Title:  The Silent Places

Author:  Steward Edward White

Release Date:  February 7, 2005 [EBook #14960]

Language:  English

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[Illustration:  The woodsmen, with a simultaneous movement, raised their rifles [Page 208]]

THE SILENT PLACES

BY

STEWART EDWARD WHITE

Illustrated by Philip R. Goodwin

New York
McCLURE, Phillips & Co.

MCMIV

Published, April, 1904

To My Mother

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS

The woodsmen, with a simultaneous movement,
raised their rifles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  Frontispiece

Facing page
The child uttered a sharp cry of fright. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  26
“Pretty enough to kiss!” cried Dick. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  66
“Listen, Little Sister,” said he.  “Now I go on a long journey” . . . 148
Dick jumped forward and snatched aside the opening into the wigwam . 228
The hound sniffed deep, filling his nostrils with the feather snow . 258
“Stop!” he commanded, his voice croaking harsh across the stillness. 294

THE SILENT PLACES

CHAPTER ONE

At about eight o’clock one evening of the early summer a group of men were seated on a grass-plot overlooking a broad river.  The sun was just setting through the forest fringe directly behind them.

Of this group some reclined in the short grass, others lay flat on the bank’s slope, while still others leaned against the carriages of two highly ornamented field-guns, whose embossed muzzles gaped silently at an eastern shore nearly two miles distant.

The men were busy with soft-voiced talk, punctuating their remarks with low laughter of a singularly infectious character.  It was strange speech, richly embroidered with the musical names of places, with unfamiliar names of beasts, and with unintelligible names of things.  Kenogami, Mamatawan, Wenebogan, Kapuskasing, the silver-fox, the sea-otter, the sable, the wolverine, the musk-ox, parka, babiche, tump-line, giddes,—­these and others sang like arrows cleaving the atmosphere of commoner words.  In the distant woods the white-throats and olive thrushes called in a language hardly less intelligible.