The Cruise of the Snowbird: A Story of Arctic Adventure

The glass had not gone "tumbling down," as sailors term it, which would have indicated a storm or hurricane in violence equal perhaps to the typhoons of lower latitudes, but it...

They were seated at breakfast, and had you cast your eye over that table, reader, and seen the dainties and delicious dishes "seated" thereon, as Rory called it, you would hardl...

"It never rains but it pours," said McBain, entering the saloon rubbing his hands, and smiling as he seated himself at the breakfast-table. "Steward, I hope it is beefsteak this...

To say that our heroes, Ralph and Rory, were not a little impatient to know something about the scheme McBain was to propose for the purpose of giving them pleasure, would be eq...

The windows of the double-bedded chamber occupied by Allan McGregor's guests overlooked both lake and glen. At one corner of it was a kind of turret recess; this had been origin...

"An old man's dream!" said McBain. "No, I do not; old men do not dream such dreams as those, but, like Magnus himself, I put little faith in the spirit part of the story."

Winter wore away. Did our people in the _Snowbird_ think it long and dreary? They certainly did not. To begin with, every one on board was as healthy as a summer's day is long....

It was winter. Allan McGregor stood, gun in hand, leaning against a rock half-way down the mountain-side, and, with the exception of himself and the stately deer-hound that lay...

There is probably no music in the world more spirit-stirring--when heard amongst the native hills--than that of the Highland bagpipe. How often it has led our Scottish troops to...

When the royal eagle, the bird of Jove, paid a visit to the Castle of Arrandoon, and dropped so daringly into the poultry yard, intent only on turkey, it will be remembered that...

The second mate had been left in charge of the _Trefoil_ when the boats left the vessel to go in pursuit of the whale. How sadly that pursuit ended the reader has already been t...

"What shall we do and where shall we go?" These were the questions which naturally presented themselves for solution to our three heroes, on first stepping out of their boat on...

Old Seth the trapper had a deal to do before he could accompany our heroes on board the _Snowbird_. "For ye see, gentlemen," he explained to them, "as soon's they find out that...

The _Snowbird_ lay at anchor in the lake, not far from the creek where the cutter used to swing, and just beneath the birch-clad braes of Arrandoon. A steady breeze was blowing...

The cutter yacht had been riding at anchor for two whole days and nights in the beautiful little bay of Talisker. This bay lies on the west-by-south side of the wonderful Isle o...

The feeling of consternation on the minds of Ralph and Rory, when they returned to the working party and found that Allan was missing, may be better imagined than described. Mit...

"Indeed, and I have then," replied boy Rory, "and I suppose I must confess, for haven't Ap and myself been busy at it for the last three weeks, making an ice-ship, and hadn't we...

I do not think that, during any period of his former life, Allan McGregor's foster-father was much happier than he was while engaged, with the help of his boy friends, in gettin...

On the twentieth day of July, eighteen hundred and ever so much, but just one month from the day they had landed the Yankee trapper in the wild country in which he was monarch o...

In the far north--up in the high latitudes, as sailors are wont to call them--winter often comes on with startling rapidity. Nobody unaccustomed to these regions would believe t...

For a minute or more escape from the terrible fire seemed to our heroes an utter impossibility. The smoke that curled and swirled around them was blinding, the roar of the flame...

Yes, yonder lay the land. A mere cloud-land as yet, though; a long streak of darkish blue, higher at some places than at others, and running all along one half of the southern h...

"It is frozen in we are," said Rory--"frozen in entirely, and never a vestige of a skate in the ship. Just look, Allan, that ice is bearing already! What could have possessed us...

For week after week the great black frost continued, seeming only to wax more and more intense as the time went on. With the exception of the mysterious pool, mentioned in last...

Three months have passed away since the adventure at the eagle's nest. So swiftly, too, they have fled that it seems to our heroes but yesterday that the little cutter spread he...

The mate of the _Trefoil_ was a quiet and sober-minded man, as old travellers in the Arctic regions are sometimes wont to be, but when Allan McGregor told him the story of the b...

growl. I knew something was up, so I kept the dogs still and waited to see what the next move would be. Half-an-hour and more passed, then a great brown bare arm stole in throug...

Old Seth had been up hours ago, and far away in the forest, but sleep still sealed the eyelids of both Allan and Rory, although it must have been pretty nearly eight bells, in t...

"I reckon," said Seth to himself, "that there'll be just about light enough to find 'em. Good thing now that the moon is full, for they do say that gathered under the full moon...

When at last Rory was so far recovered that he could go on deck with safety, he gazed around him with delight. And well he might, for a more wildly beautiful scene it has been t...

"I confess," said Ralph, "it was wrong of me, but I thought we could talk the matter ever so much more comfortably over after dinner, especially in a place like this.