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LONDON, JACK
A DAUGHTER OF THE SNOWS
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Vertrouwd sinds 1927
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Omschrijving A DAUGHTER OF THE SNOWS
A Daughter of the Snows is Jack London''s first novel.
The novel features a strong female heroine, Frona Welse. Frona was born into a wealthy family and educated at Stanford but she takes to the Yukon trail after upsetting her father and his wealthy community of friends with her out-spoken ways and her innocent friendship with the town''s prostitute.
"All ready, Miss Welse, though I''m sorry we can''t spare one of the steamer''s boats."
Frona Welse arose with alacrityand came to the first officer''s side.
"We''re so busy," he explained, "and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least-"
"I understand," she interrupted, "and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but-but-" She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. "Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of pines and the river? I was born there."
"Guess I''d be in a hurry myself," he muttered, sympathetically, as he piloted her along the crowded deck.
Everybody was in everybody else''s way; nor was there one who failed to proclaim it at the top of his lungs. A thousand gold-seekers were clamoring for the immediate landing of their outfits.
The novel features a strong female heroine, Frona Welse. Frona was born into a wealthy family and educated at Stanford but she takes to the Yukon trail after upsetting her father and his wealthy community of friends with her out-spoken ways and her innocent friendship with the town''s prostitute.
"All ready, Miss Welse, though I''m sorry we can''t spare one of the steamer''s boats."
Frona Welse arose with alacrityand came to the first officer''s side.
"We''re so busy," he explained, "and gold-rushers are such perishable freight, at least-"
"I understand," she interrupted, "and I, too, am behaving as though I were perishable. And I am sorry for the trouble I am giving you, but-but-" She turned quickly and pointed to the shore. "Do you see that big log-house? Between the clump of pines and the river? I was born there."
"Guess I''d be in a hurry myself," he muttered, sympathetically, as he piloted her along the crowded deck.
Everybody was in everybody else''s way; nor was there one who failed to proclaim it at the top of his lungs. A thousand gold-seekers were clamoring for the immediate landing of their outfits.
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