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    Northern Lights, Volume 3.
    Northern Lights, Volume 3.
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    Northern Lights, Volume 3.

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    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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    Gilbert Parker

    Gilbert Parker (1862–1932), also credited as Sir Horatio Gilbert George Parker, 1st Baronet, was a Canadian novelist and British politician. His initial career was in education, working in various schools as a teacher and lecturer. He then traveled abroad to Australia where he became an editor at the Sydney Morning Herald. He expanded his writing to include long-form works such as romance fiction. Some of his most notable titles include Pierre and his People (1892), The Seats of the Mighty and The Battle of the Strong.

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      Northern Lights, Volume 3. - Gilbert Parker

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      Title: Northern Lights, Volume 3.

      Author: Gilbert Parker

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      NORTHERN LIGHTS

      By Gilbert Parker

      Volume 3.

      WHEN THE SWALLOWS HOMEWARD FLY GEORGE'S WIFE MARCILE

      WHEN THE SWALLOWS HOMEWARD FLY

      The arrogant sun had stalked away into the evening, trailing behind him banners of gold and crimson, and a swift twilight was streaming over the land. As the sun passed, the eyes of two men on a high hill followed it, and the look of one was like a light in a window to a lost traveller. It had in it the sense of home and the tale of a journey done. Such a journey this man had made as few have ever attempted, and fewer accomplished. To the farthermost regions of snow and ice, where the shoulder of a continent juts out into the northwestern Arctic seas, he had travelled on foot and alone, save for his dogs, and for Indian guides, who now and then shepherded him from point to point. The vast ice-hummocks had been his housing, pemmican, the raw flesh of fish, and even the fat and oil of seals had been his food. Ever and ever through long months the everlasting white glitter of the snow and ice, ever and ever the cold stars, the cloudless sky, the moon at full, or swung like a white sickle in the sky to warn him that his life must be mown like grass. At night to sleep in a bag of fur and wool, by day the steely wind, or the air shaking with a filmy powder of frost; while the illimitably distant sun made the tiny flakes sparkle like silver—a poudre day, when the face and hands are most like to be frozen, and all so still and white and passionless, yet aching with energy. Hundreds upon hundreds of miles that endless trail went winding to the farthest North-west. No human being had ever trod its lengths before, though Indians or a stray Hudson's Bay Company man had made journeys over part of it during the years that have passed since Prince Rupert sent his adventurers to dot that northern land with posts and forts, and trace fine arteries of civilisation through the wastes.

      Where this man had gone none other had been of white men from the Western lands, though from across the wide Pacific, from the Eastern world, adventurers and exiles had once visited what is now known as the Yukon Valley. So this man, browsing in the library of his grandfather, an Eastern scholar, had come to know; and for love of adventure, and because of the tale of a valley of gold and treasure to be had, and because he had been ruined by bad investments, he had made a journey like none ever essayed before. And on his way up to those regions, where the veil before the face of God is very thin and fine, and men's hearts glow within them, where there was no oasis save the unguessed deposit of a great human dream that his soul could feel, the face of a girl had haunted him. Her voice—so sweet a voice that it rang like muffled silver in his ears, till, in the everlasting theatre of the Pole, the stars seemed to repeat it through millions of echoing hills, growing softer and softer as the frost hushed it to his ears-had said to him late and early, You must come back with the swallows. Then she had sung a song which had been like a fire in his heart, not alone because of the words of it, but because of the soul in her voice, and it had lain like a coverlet on his heart to keep it warm:

                    "Adieu! The sun goes awearily down,

                     The mist creeps up o'er the sleepy town,

                     The white sail bends to the shuddering mere,

                     And the reapers have reaped and the night is here.

                     Adieu! And the years are a broken song,

                     The right grows weak in the strife with wrong,

                     The lilies of love have a crimson stain,

                     And the old days never will come again.

                     Adieu! Where the mountains afar are dim

                     'Neath the tremulous tread of the seraphim,

                     Shall not our querulous hearts prevail,

                     That have prayed for the peace of the Holy Grail.

                     Adieu! Sometime shall the veil between

                     The things that are and that might have been

                     Be folded back for our eyes to see,

                     And the meaning of all shall be clear to me."

      It had been but an acquaintance of five

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