Of this group some reclined in the short grass others lay flat on the bank's slope while still others leaned against the carriages of two highly ornamented field-guns whose embossed muzzles gaped silently at an eastern shore nearly two miles distant.
A strenuous detective story, laid in the author's chosen field of the North Woods. The dramatic power of the book alone would make it famous. In addition, it has the fascination of the great, white, quiet forests--the Silent Places.
From about 1900 until about 1922, he wrote fiction and non-fiction about adventure and travel, with an emphasis on natural history and outdoor living. Starting in 1922, he and his wife Elizabeth "Betty" Grant White wrote numerous books they claimed were received through channelling with spirits. They also wrote of their travels around the state of California. White died in Hillsborough, California.
A beautifully written book, with an unpredictable plot and realism effectively mixed with the idealism of the stereotypical, manly trail scout. I really enjoyed this story, and the author's talent at painting beauty with words pleasantly surprised me. Being a lover of the woods and such, the lure of the "silent places" drew me in and made me yearn to wander about in them myself.
Rather flowery language. Maybe flowery isn't the correct word. It was a good book. The end didn't seem real. People who were dropping dead suddenly weren't. :) I would say it's a good book, though I found some of it a little depressing followed by an unbelievable ending.