Category: Biographies

Wilderness, A Journal of Quiet Adventure in Alaska

The air is so clear in the North that one new to it is lost in the crowding of great heights and spaces. Distant peaks had risen over the lower mountains of the shore astern. Steep spruce-clad slopes confronted us. All around was the wilderness, a no-man's-land of mountains or...

Chapters

9. CHAPTER IX

To Rockwell who asked what happened on the New Year that everybody sat up to see it come we tried hard to tell all sorts of yarns about explosions and rumblings, but he wouldn't...

2. CHAPTER II

At nine o'clock in the morning of that day we slid our dory into the water from the beach at Seward, clamped our little patched-up three and one half horse-power Evinrude motor...

7. CHAPTER VII

I've done little work and dared look at but one picture--that of Superman--and it appears truly magnificent. The sky of it is luminous as with northern lights, and the figure li...

3. CHAPTER III

To-day it rained! We attended first to our fascinating chores, plying the cross-cut saw as the drizzle fell. Then we went to work as artists, Rockwell with his water colors and...

11. CHAPTER XI

The first of March! If only the dull weather would clear up I could get more done these last days here. Fifteen brand-new canvases hang from my ridge pole waiting for pictures t...

10. CHAPTER X

He returned last night, the eleventh of February, in a blaze of glory! Ah, the wonder of it and of all he brought. Rockwell and I sat at our cards just before supper-time. The d...

5. CHAPTER V

We're ready to go to Seward the moment the weather moderates--which may be not for two weeks or two months. I've packed blankets and several days' food in a great knapsack so th...

8. CHAPTER VIII

This day is never to be forgotten, so beautiful, so calm, so still with the earth and every branch and tree muffled in deep, feathery, new-fallen snow. And all day the softest c...

4. CHAPTER IV

Endlessly, day after day, the journal goes on recording a dreary monotony of rain and cloud. Who has ever dwelt so entirely alone that the most living things in all the universe...

1. CHAPTER I

The air is so clear in the North that one new to it is lost in the crowding of great heights and spaces. Distant peaks had risen over the lower mountains of the shore astern. St...

6. CHAPTER VI

November thirtieth we arose before daylight. It was a mild, still morning and the melting snow dripped from the trees. Without breakfast we set about at once to carry our things...