Summary of the Book 'Baree Son Of Kazan':
The story of the son of the blind Grey Wolf and the gallant part he played in the lives of a man and a woman.
Excerpts from the Book 'Baree Son Of Kazan':
... fierceness Baree hung on. He thought that he was killing. He could feel the dying convulsions of Wapoos. He could hear the last gasping breaths leaving ...
... of the old stub the thunder and lightning seemed to have vented their malevolence. The thunder passed on into the south and east like the rolling ...
... hen standing under a thicket of black currant bushes. The ear of no living thing could have heard Sekoosew's movement. He was like a shadow-a gray ...
... shadows had lost their terror. It was the first big fight between the two natures that were born in him-the wolf and the dog-and the dog was vanquished. ...
... signal-something which Baree had not heard-they became so quiet that hardly a sound could be heard in the pond. A few of them sank under the water ...
... hear that first cry. But he heard the second and the third-and then scream after scream as the Willow's tender body was slowly crushed under the settling ...
... in his life he found himself struggling under water, and when a minute or two later he dragged himself up through the soft mud to the firmer footing of ...
... Beyond that it was very quiet, for it was Puskowepesim-the Molting Moon-and the wolves were not hunting, the owls had lost their voice, the foxes slunk ...
... him a sudden shove from behind. And that is my answer, M'sieu le Facteur from Lac Bain! she cried tauntingly as he plunged headlong into the deep ...
... which the gods of the forests might have felt their hearts stop beating. Pierrot turned her round and round without a word, but smiling. When she left ...
... of presents for her people, and the message: Don't beat her. Keep her. She is free. Along with the bustle and stir of the beginning of the trapping season ...
... and it continued to fall in a vast white cloud that descended steadily out of the sky. It was near midnight when it stopped. The clouds drifted away ...
... With Pierrot it was more or less a fine bit of strategy. He would have sold his hand to give Nepeese the organ. He was determined that she should ...
... see. She was smothered in her own hair. It covered her face and breast and body, suffocating her, entangling her hands and arms-and still she fought. ...
... in after her in previous times. She was surely down there, even though he could not see her. Probably she was playing among the rocks and hiding herself ...
... a part of Nepeese. And there, all through the long winter, he waited. If Nepeese had returned in February and could have taken him unaware, she would ...
... had become more than an incident-more than a passing adventure to the beast, and more than an irritating happening to the man. It was, for the time, ...
... from his throat was tigerish in its ferocity. Here, at last-not more than a dozen feet from him-was the one thing in all the world that he hated more ...
... he planned to travel by canoe westward to the Mackenzie and ultimately to the mountains of British Columbia. These plans were changed in February. ...
... out of pity had allowed to hunt in part of his domain. He felt within himself the tragedy and the horror of the one terrible hour in which the ...