What one would look for in a story of the wild Northwest is lacking in these pages. To have been further from a settled town might have brought not more but less excitement. The wonder of the wilderness was its tranquillity. It seemed that there both men and the wild beasts pursued their own paths freely and, as if conscious of the wide freedom of their world, molested one another not at all. It was the bitter philosophy of the old trapper who was our companion that of all animals Man was the most terrible; for if the beasts fought and killed for some good cause Man slew for none.
Deliberately I have begun this happy story far out in Resurrection Bay;—and again dropped its peaceful thread on the forlorn threshold of the town. We found Fox Island on Sunday, August twenty-fifth, 1918, and left there finally on the seventeenth of the following March.
R. K.
Arlington, Vermont,
December, 1919.
CONTENTS
| Page | ||
| [Introduction] | vii | |
| [Preface] | xi | |
| Chapter | ||
| I | [Discovery] | 1 |
| II | [Arrival] | 10 |
| III | [Chores] | 41 |
| IV | [Winter] | 67 |
| V | [Waiting] | 84 |
| VI | [Excursion] | 102 |
| VII | [Home] | 109 |
| VIII | [Christmas] | 134 |
| IX | [New Year] | 150 |
| X | [Olson] | 182 |
| XI | [Twilight] | 200 |