In the Land of the Great Snow Bear: A Tale of Love and Heroism

Not since the bright old days before the death of Claude's father had Dunallan Towers looked so cheerful as it did the week before the arrival of the wanderer himself in Glasgow...

Tobogganing? A strange word, is it not? We are indebted to the Americans for it, as we are for many other handy, but hardly elegant, additions to our vocabulary. Those who are f...

On the very day after the birth of Alwyn's heir something strange occurred: a large flight of curious seagulls alighted in the park around Dunallan Towers. No one had ever remem...

All hands worked steadily, willingly, and well. There was not a sound to be heard, except the roar of the flames, the tramping of feet, an occasional word of command, and the st...

One portion of the cargo of the unfortunate _Kittywake_--and a very important one it proved to be--was a pack of Yack or Eskimo sledge dogs. Uncouth-looking rascals they are at...

There was a great billowy heave on the blue sea, blue everywhere, except where the light shadow of some white fleecy cloud made a patch of fleeting grey or grey-green. There was...

The journey back from the inland sea to the Yack village had been full of adventure and toil, but all happy; and there is hardly anything a person will not do or encounter when...

Spring or early summer is to all a season of hope and joy, but no one who has never lived in the drear cold regions around the Pole in winter could understand or appreciate the...

If the reader happens to possess a map of the polar regions, or even a good map of the world, and will take a glance or two at the discovered lands and seas beyond the Arctic ci...

Meta near her, with her zither. She had been playing, but her fingers now lay listlessly on her strings, only now and then some sweet wailing notes and chords were brought out a...

It was the month of mid-winter. Sickness had come at last; the sickness that is born of privation and absence of vegetable food. The younger and more weakly of the men were firs...

It was a matter of no small wonderment to the men of the _Icebear_ why Dr Barrett should now, in a great measure, forsake the mine, where it seemed that wealth could be accumula...

"Don't you bother your little head, my mouse," said her father, fondling one of her little hands in his. "I know enough about the weather to give a forecast a week beforehand, a...

"Mr Lloyd," said Claude to his first mate, the morning after the _Icebear_ sailed away from the Orkneys on the wings of a favouring breeze, "I am not going to call my men togeth...

Both Claude and the doctor were on a high hill-top next day to watch for the coming of the sun. Nor were they disappointed. About noon the sun duly put in an appearance, looking...

Iceland! land of flowers and sunshine? Ah no; but Iceland! land of storms; land of the thunder-cloud; land of lordly hills, whose strange, jagged peaks pierce the clouds by day,...

Mostly Englishmen they were, with just a sprinkling of Scotch--"the leaven that leavened the lump," that is how Rab McDonald, the third officer, expressed it, and it is needless...

From the very day on which Lady Alwyn stepped on board the _Alba_, and joined the search for her lost son, and for tidings, however meagre, of the good ship _Kittywake_, a new l...

Among the Northern nations, especially the Norse, you meet types of men and women as utterly different from those of Southern climes as if they belonged to another sphere. The s...

Thus sweetly sang the Scottish bard. But here no heather-bell bloomed to vanish. But the lovely little stonecrops, white or yellow, the crimson ranunculus, the dark-tufted grass...

Hopeless he was not. He had seen too much of the world--the wide world, I mean--he had faced too many dangers not to know that there is seldom or never real reason to throw up o...

It was early morning. So early, indeed, that although it was sweet summer-time--and summer can he as sweet in Iceland as in any other part of the world--the birds had hardly yet...

Even in the days of his boyhood--I had almost said infancy--there seems to have been much in the character and habits of Claude Alwyn that is unusual in children so young.

Claude's next thought was to _take_ him back; his mother might even ere now have relented. But that Highland pride, which has been at once the glory and the curse of Auld Scotla...