The Danger Trail - James Oliver Curwood

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Résumé :
In the frigid heavens, a billion stars shone like golden, emotionless eyes. Behind him lay the icy Saskatchewan, with a few scattered lights visible where Prince Albert came down to the river half a mile away. He was feeling unusual sensations within, but he grinned on the outside as he imagined what Van Horn would say if he understood the situation. Howland's first vision of returning consciousness was a red, unwinking eye staring at him fixedly from out of impenetrable gloom--an ogreish, gleaming thing that brought life back into him with a thrill of horror. It was a ball of yellow light that appeared to burn into his own soul and was directly in front of him, level with his face. He attempted to scream, but nothing came out; instead, he made an effort to shift and extricate himself. He sped out after her in an instant, leaving Jean beside the table. Only the grey morning gloom could be seen beyond the door, but it was enough for him to make out the form of the girl he loved, who was half turned and half waiting for him.

Biographie:
James Oliver Curwood was an American action-adventure author and conservationist who lived from June 12, 1878, until August 13, 1927. His stories frequently occurred in Yukon, Alaska, or the Hudson Bay region. In the early and middle 1920s, they frequently appeared in the top 10 best sellers in the US. Curwood was the most-paid author in the world (per word) at the time of his death. Curwood attended the University of Michigan after being born in Owosso, Michigan. He sold his first story in 1898 when he was a college student. He was employed by the Canadian government in 1907 to produce and publish travelogues. He spent several months each year in the Yukon, Alaska, and the Hudson Bay region in search of new inspiration. American novelist William Curwood wrote adventure novels set in the Great Northwest. Many of his stories had romance as a main or secondary story element and included animals as main characters (Kazan...

Sommaire:
In the frigid heavens, a billion stars shone like golden, emotionless eyes. Behind him lay the icy Saskatchewan, with a few scattered lights visible where Prince Albert came down to the river half a mile away. He was feeling unusual sensations within, but he grinned on the outside as he imagined what Van Horn would say if he understood the situation. Howland's first vision of returning consciousness was a red, unwinking eye staring at him fixedly from out of impenetrable gloom--an ogreish, gleaming thing that brought life back into him with a thrill of horror. It was a ball of yellow light that appeared to burn into his own soul and was directly in front of him, level with his face. He attempted to scream, but nothing came out...