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Title: The Yukon trail; a tale of the North
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Raine, William MacLeod, 1871-1954
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Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton Mifflin Co.
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ssly for you; and while you are thereforget that there are going to be crying babiesand nursemaids with evenings out in that goldenfuture of yours. Come along, Sheba. Well start now on thegolden trail, said ElHot. She walked as if she loved it. Her long, slen-der legs moved rhythmically and her arms swungtrue as pendulums. The moon was all that Diane had promised.Sheba drank it in happily. I believe I must be a pagan. I love the sunand the moon and I know its all true about thelittle folk and the pied piper and — If its paganism to be in love with the world,you are a thirty-third degree pagan. Well, and was there ever a more beautifulnight before .f^ He thought not, but he had not the words totell her that for him its beauty lay largely in herpresence. Her passionate love of things fine andbrave transformed the universe for him. It wasenough for him to be near her, to hear the laugh-ter bubbhng in her throat, to touch her crisp,blue-black hair as he adjusted the scarf about herhead.
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FUR HIM THE BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT LAY LARGELY IX HER PRESENCE The Yukon Trail * God made the night, he repHed. So thatsa Christian thought as well as a pagan one. They were no exception to the rule that loversare egoists. The world for them to-night divideditself into two classes. One included ShebaONeill and Gordon Elliot; the other took in theuninteresting remnant of humanity. No matterhow far afield their talk began, it always cameback to themselves. They wanted to know allabout each other, to compare experiences andpoints of view. But time fled too fast for words.They talked — as lovers will to the end of time— in exclamations and the meeting of eyes andlittle endearments. When Diane and Peter found them on the hill-top, Sheba protested, with her half-shy, half-audacious smile, that it could not be two hourssince she and Gordon had left the living-room.Peter grinned. He remembered a hilltop conse-crated to his own courtship of Diane. The only wedding present that Macdonaldsent S

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