The Trail of '98 A Northland Romance

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. The north wind is keening overhead. It minds me of the howl of a wolf-dog under the Arctic stars. Sitting alone by the glow of the great peat fire I can hear it high up in the braeside firs. It is the voice, inexorably scornful, of the Great White Land.