ISBN: 9781153632317

Excerpt: ...exhausted and dispirited. I awoke too late on the fifth morning, and I was too stiff to make much of a journey. I climbed to the edge of the glacier once again in the hope of … Mehr…

Excerpt: ...exhausted and dispirited. I awoke too late on the fifth morning, and I was too stiff to make much of a journey. I climbed to the edge of the glacier once again in the hope of discovering an approach. I examined every foot of the ground with meticulous care. But whenever I approached the edge the same wall of rock ran down vertically for some three hundred feet, veneered with ice and wrapped in a perpetual blinding spray. And yet sleighs could enter that valley below. For at the extreme edge of the lake, outside the enclosed piece of land, I perceived one, a tiny thing, far under me, and yet unmistakably a sleigh. I was within three hundred feet of Jacqueline''s home and yet as far away as though leagues divided us. I looked down at the château and ground my teeth and swore that I would win her. But all the rest of that day went in fruitless searching. I must succeed in finding the entrance on the following day, for now Père Antoine might return at any time, and I knew that he would prove far less tractable here in his own bailiwick than he had been when I defied him at the Frontenac. By hook or by crook I must gain entrance to the valley. This was to be my last night in the cabin. I could not return, not though I were perishing in the snows. Happily my eyes were now entirely well, and my hands, though chapped and roughened from the frost-bites, had suffered no permanent injury. So I started out with grim resolution on the sixth morning, when the dawn was only a red streak on the horizon and the stars still lit my way. Before the sun rose I was standing once more outside those two sentinel peaks. To this point I knew the sleigh had come. But whether it had continued straight down the valley or turned to the right along that same ridge which I had fruitlessly explored before, it was impossible to determine. I tried to put myself in the position of a man travelling toward the château. Which road would I take? How and where would it occur to me to seek... H. M. Egbert, Books, Fiction and Literature, Jacqueline Of Golden River Books>Fiction and Literature, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153632317

Excerpt: ...exhausted and dispirited. I awoke too late on the fifth morning, and I was too stiff to make much of a journey. I climbed to the edge of the glacier once again in the hope of … Mehr…

Excerpt: ...exhausted and dispirited. I awoke too late on the fifth morning, and I was too stiff to make much of a journey. I climbed to the edge of the glacier once again in the hope of discovering an approach. I examined every foot of the ground with meticulous care. But whenever I approached the edge the same wall of rock ran down vertically for some three hundred feet, veneered with ice and wrapped in a perpetual blinding spray. And yet sleighs could enter that valley below. For at the extreme edge of the lake, outside the enclosed piece of land, I perceived one, a tiny thing, far under me, and yet unmistakably a sleigh. I was within three hundred feet of Jacqueline''s home and yet as far away as though leagues divided us. I looked down at the château and ground my teeth and swore that I would win her. But all the rest of that day went in fruitless searching. I must succeed in finding the entrance on the following day, for now Père Antoine might return at any time, and I knew that he would prove far less tractable here in his own bailiwick than he had been when I defied him at the Frontenac. By hook or by crook I must gain entrance to the valley. This was to be my last night in the cabin. I could not return, not though I were perishing in the snows. Happily my eyes were now entirely well, and my hands, though chapped and roughened from the frost-bites, had suffered no permanent injury. So I started out with grim resolution on the sixth morning, when the dawn was only a red streak on the horizon and the stars still lit my way. Before the sun rose I was standing once more outside those two sentinel peaks. To this point I knew the sleigh had come. But whether it had continued straight down the valley or turned to the right along that same ridge which I had fruitlessly explored before, it was impossible to determine. I tried to put myself in the position of a man travelling toward the château. Which road would I take? How and where would it occur to me to seek... H. M. Egbert, Books, Fiction and Literature, Jacqueline Of Golden River Books>Fiction and Literature <

ISBN: 9781153632317

A novel by the American author who was active in both Great Britain and the U.S. in the first half of the 20th century, writing under many pseudonyms. Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ General Jac… Mehr…

A novel by the American author who was active in both Great Britain and the U.S. in the first half of the 20th century, writing under many pseudonyms. Books Books ~~ Fiction~~ General Jacqueline-of-Golden-River~~H-M-Egbert General Books LLC<