Title:  Flower of the North

Author:  James Oliver Curwood

Release Date:  December, 2003 [Etext #4703] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on March 3, 2002]

Edition:  10

Language:  English

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FLOWER OF THE NORTH

A MODERN ROMANCE

BY JAMES OLIVER CURWOOD

Author of the danger trail, Philip steels, etc.

To my comrades of the great northern wilderness, those faithful
companions with whom I have shared the joys and hardships of the
“Long silent trail,” And especially to that “Jeanne D’ARCAMBAL.” 
Who will find in herself the heroine of this story, the writer
gratefully dedicates this volume.

DETROIT.  MICHIGAN

JANUARY, 1912

FLOWER OF THE NORTH

I

“Such hair!  Such eyes!  Such color!  Laugh if you will, Whittemore, but I swear that she was the handsomest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes upon!”

There was an artist’s enthusiasm in Gregson’s girlishly sensitive face as he looked across the table at Whittemore and lighted a cigarette.

“She wouldn’t so much as give me a look when I stared,” he added.  “I couldn’t help it.  Gad, I’m going to make a full-page ‘cover’ of her to-morrow for Burke’s.  Burke dotes on pretty women for the cover of his magazine.  Why, demmit, man, what the deuce are you laughing at?”