A Daughter of the Snows

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likeness she had drawn, filled out largely with knowledge gained from her father and from old Andy of the Dyea Post. The discussion had then turned upon the race in general, and Frona had said things in the heat of enthusi

aces,-a naive, natural egoism, very healthy and very good, but none the less manifestly untrue.

left a deep mark down the pag

upon all others as inferior peoples. This comes home to you. To be a Roman were greater than to be a king, and when the Romans r

t is time. So far we have stood the test; the signs are favora

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pward, there was a rush Of blood and a tightening across the temples. Ridiculous,

ant, we are so made that we fit ourselves to the most diverse conditions. Will the Indian, the Negro, or the Mongol ever conquer the Teuton? Surely not! The Indian has persistence without variability; if he does not modify he dies, if he does try to modify he dies anyway. T

he Slav," Corliss

e prepare. If may be we shall have such a start that we shall prevent him growing. You know, because he was better skilled in chemistry, knew how to manufacture gunpowder, that the Spaniard dest

his head non-commi

claimed. "But after all, one reason that we are the sal

yself. We are not God's, but Nature's chosen people, we Angles, and Saxons, and

ve already gone forth. Why have you fared into t

otsteps, and cried for greeting, "I appeal to you,

thful fashion as he shook hands with Frona and

comrades, what a ha

sweep-head, but the

inward wince at the action. It was uncomfortable. He did not like to see her so promiscuous with those warm, strong hands of hers. Did she so favor all men who delighted her by word or deed? He did not mind her

utworks him, out-roughs him, out-fishes him, out-hunts him. As far back as their myths go, the Alaskan Indians have packed on their backs. But the gold-rushers, as soon as they had learned the tricks of the trade, packed greater loads and packed them farther than

it?" Corli

mply bear witness. I do know that we do what the

being, at least. The concrete facts of paddles and pack-straps quite overcome your dogmatics. Ah, I thought so. More time? All th

gine linking herself with any man, no matter how exalted spiritually, who was not a man physically. It was a delight to her and a joy to look upon the strong males of her kind, with bodies comely in the sight of God and muscles swelling with the promise of deeds and work. Man, to her, was preeminently a fighter. She believed in natural selection and in sexual selection, and was certain that if man had thereby become possessed of faculties and functions, they were for him to use and could but tend to his good. And likewise with i

ike the flesh, it must strive and toil. It must be workaday as well as idle day. She could understand a weakling singing sweetly and even greatly, and in so far she could love him for his sweetness and greatness; but her love would have fuller measure were he strong of body as well. She believed she was just. She gave the flesh its due and the spirit its du

endure body, happiness is reared on sand and the structure will be ever unstable and tottery. Next, Corliss had the physical potency of the hero without the grossness of the brute. His muscular developm

e affected her as fresh and wholesome and strong, as reared above the soil but not scorning the soil. Of course, n

ack to the United States. He could do as well as talk. She liked him for his outlook, for his innate liberality, which she felt to be there, somehow, no matter that often he was narrow of expression. She liked him for his mind. Though somewhat academic, somewhat tainted with latter-day scholasticism, it was still a mind which permitted him to be classed with the "Intellectuals." He was capable of divorcing sentiment and emotion from re

sum of themselves, but a third thing which is not to be found in either of them. So with him. She liked him for himself, for that something which refused to stand out as a part, or

drawn from him a superfluous heart-beat. Though there had been in him a growing instinctive knowledge of lack of unity,-the lack of unity which must precede, always, the love of man and woman,-not one of the daughters of Eve he had met had flashed irresistibly in to fill the void

s or barmaids, And those to whom evil apportioned itself have been prone to distrust the impulse they obeyed, forgetting that nature makes or mars the individual for the sake, always, of the

ly smattered young woman before, but Frona had something more than smattering. Further, she gave new life to old facts, and her interpretations of common things were coherent and vigorous and new. Though his acquired conservatism was alarmed and cried danger, he c

rstepping the metes and bounds of sex and status, he deemed did so of wantonness. And wantonness of such order was akin to-well, he could not say it when thinking of Frona, though she hurt him often by her unwise acts. However, he only felt

her lack of prudishness, for instance, which he awoke one day to find that he had previously confounded with lack of modesty. And it was only the day before that day that he drifted, before he thought, into a discussion with her of "Camille." She had seen Bernhardt, and dwelt lovingly on the recol

r for the strength of her slenderness; and to walk with her, swinging her step and stride to his, or to merely watch her come across a room or down the street, was a delight. Life and the joy of life romped through her blood, abstemiously

Vance Corliss. That he liked the one was no reason that he failed to appreciate the other. He liked F