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I read this very short book for a challenge with tasks requiring the name of the month in the title of the book. I had no clue when I picked it what it would be about, it said 'March' so I did.
Well, it turned out to be a fairly tense tale of search and rescue in the Far North back in the day of the Hudson's Bay Company when the Far North was still very very far away indeed. The factor of Fort Providence receives a letter from the Company urging him to search for an engineer who has been overdue for six months. There is also a letter from the man's wife, which seems to convince everyone that this rescue mission needed to set forth immediately. I was hoping to see what was in the letter, but Parker never revealed the contents, so I can only assume that it was the whole idea of a damsel in distress begging for help from strangers that made the men so determined to face the dangerous trip and find her husband.
There turned out to be some history between the lost man and Jaspar Hume, our hero and the man who would lead the expedition. This could have led to some very tense moments, and I think Parker should have developed this entire story a little more, dug deeper, drawn it out more. It reads just a bit like a trial run of a larger idea. But the story overall was interesting, and I especially enjoyed this passage, which had me reaching for my blanket:
They were in a frozen endlessness that stretched away to a world where never voice of man or clip of wing or tread of animal is heard. It is the threshold to the undiscovered country, to that untouched north whose fields of white are only furrowed by the giant forces of the elements; on whose frigid hearthstone no fire is ever lit; where the electric phantoms of a nightless land pass and repass, and are never still; where the magic needle points not towards the north but darkly downward; where the sun never stretches warm hands to him who dares confront the terrors of eternal snow.
I like that description of the Northern Lights; that one phrase redeemed Parker for the apparent lack of depth I felt. I want to read more of his work, perhaps a novel to see if a longer piece would go farther, even if there are no electric phantoms.