The White Czar (Hawkes)

by Clarence Hawkes

For works with similar titles, see The White Czar.

The bear greeted Eiseeyou with an angry snarl.

—Page 53

The White Czar
A Story of a Polar Bear

 

By
Clarence Hawkes
Author of "Pep, the Story of a Brave Dog"

 

Illustrated by
Charles Livingston Bull

 

1923
Milton Bradley Company
Springfield, Massachusetts

Copyright, 1923
By Milton Bradley Company
Springfield, Massachusetts

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All Rights Reserved

 

Bradley Quality Books

 

Printed in United States of America

Dedicated to
the memory of that dauntless American who first planted the stars and stripes at the north pole, Rear Admiral Peary.

The Lash of the Northland

Where the rafters of the world-roof fade beneath the Northern Light,
 And the icy air smites shivering o'er the floes;
Where the bleak half-year of sun flees the black half-year of night,
 And the stars eternal stab the lifeless snows:
There lies the land that's God's own land—the land of frozen sea,
 The land that lures the heart that brooks no sway
And the lubber has no portion in its heritage with me;
 For it's men, red-blooded men, that tread the way.

 And it's, Lash your team of huskies!
 And it's, Lift the sled along!
And it's, Climb the frozen hummocks where the wind is biting strong!
 And it's, Fight your way through blizzard
 With the cold a-grip your gizzard!
And it's, Push for the top of the world, boys!

Oh, the cliffs frown bleak and sullen on the tide of Melville Sound,
 Where the glaciers topple roaring to the deep;
And the stately castled bergs in procession sail around,
 And the howling wind swings wider in its sweep.
And the dogs' heads now are drooping at the telling, killing pace,
 And our breath comes hard and frozen on the gale.
Lord! it's never stop or listen but it's buckle to the race!
 For we're men, red-blooded men, who break the trail.

There's a white bear at the headland; there's a walrus on the floe;
 And the seals lie shining sleek beneath the sun.
There's a monster blubber whale—God! you see him slosh and blow!—
 And there's hunger at the trigger of your gun.
And the death-bolt, through the silence of the still, ghost-sheeted air,
 Leaps forth in sudden burst of lurid flame.
Ho! there's meat for them that take it—for dog and you a share.
 Ye are men, red-blooded men, who play the game.

 And it's, Lash your team of huskies!
 And it's, Lift the sled along!
And it's, Climb the frozen hummocks where the wind is biting strong!
 And it's, Fight your way through blizzard
 With the cold a-grip your gizzard!
And it's, Push for the top of the world, boys!

Andrew F. Underhill. By permission of the Outing Magazine.

Contents

Chapter		Page
	Preface	7
I.	The Start	21
II.	A Wild Musk Ox Hunt	29
III.	Eiseeyou Meets the White Czar	48
IV.	Return of the Hunting Party	58
V.	I-wok, the Mighty	69
VI.	The Czarina	73
VII.	Whitie	84
VIII.	Whitie and Little Oumauk	96
IX.	The White Czar	112
X.	The Betrayal	129
XI.	The Wreck	141
XII.	Two Captives	161
XIII.	The Flight Northward	177
XIV.	The Last Meeting	192