The Purple Flame

ttempt a journey of some hundreds of miles. Across trackless wilderness they must lay their course by the stars until the Little Kalikumf Riv

own cubs; a blizzard might overtake them and, lacking the guiding light of the stars, they might become lost and wander aimlessly on the tundra until cold and hunger claimed them for th

tle Kalikumf River has rapids in it by the end of a glaci

e cut away far below. Want to shoot rapids; boats and man run

ut somehow they must pass these rapids

l far away. First comes the fight wi

she sent him flying up the valle

ay, over a smooth trail, was not too much for them. Soft snow-the wind-blown, blizzard-sifted snow that was like granulated sugar-did not trouble them. They

are those who say a dog team is better. Bill Scarberry, they say, never drives reindeer; always drive

ods away. Their course had led them closer to Scarberry's camp than she thought. As she came out upo

they might not learn of her errand, that they might not miss her from the camp. For Patsy's sake she was tempted to tur

rctic peaks. She had never crossed those mountains, perhaps no person ever had. She had intended skirting them to the north. This would require at least one added day of travel. As she thought of the perils that awaite

ze a great resolve, she pointed away to the mount

, we go

a full minute; then with the cheerful smile of a born e

tuck." (That wi