Hubert Evans
Born
in Vamkleek Hill, Ontario, Canada
May 09, 1892
Died
June 17, 1986
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Derry: Airedale of the Frontier
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published
1928
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O Time in Your Flight
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published
1979
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2 editions
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mist on the river
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published
1973
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2 editions
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Derry’s Partner
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Mountain dog
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Mostly coast people: Selected verse
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published
1982
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Son of the Salmon People
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published
1981
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Bear Stories
by
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published
1991
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2 editions
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Looking Back on India
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published
1988
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9 editions
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Silversides: The Life of a Sockeye
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published
1991
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“To put all his strength into the chase, to give battle, these were the only desires his madness left him. Caution, unknown to any of the great-hearted clan of terriers, could never stay him now. To live gloriously and go down bravely was the only creed he knew. And sending him n and on was that strange urge which was in the earth smells and the tang of the autumn air, the urge which had lured him back to the wilds from which he sprang.”
― Derry: Airedale of the Frontier
― Derry: Airedale of the Frontier
“Even now, as they stood in the shadows beside the mountain river, young Ed Sibley, ever prone to recklessness, found a primitive delight in ignoring the advice of the Indians. He belittled the danger to himself. For if he could read the heart of a dog, here was one that in spite of its savage strain could become a worthy comrade and perhaps a needed ally in those adventures which are ever close to the man who loves dim trails in the shadows of the austere peaks.”
― Derry’s Partner
― Derry’s Partner
“Old lad . . . good old lad,” Ed his eyes did not turn away from the from the flickering light, for he was thinking, planning, weighing the desperate odds against him, putting all his hard-earned knowledge of winter travel to work on the scheme to still beat Williams’ accomplice to Beaver Falls—to still win the race against dishonor. And as he crouched there with his arm thrown across the bloodstained shoulders of this loyal partner in a cause which was all but lost, Ed did not see the dancing flames. In spirit he was high above the ragged Ine of timber over the Beaver River range, fighting his way through the torturing miles of rocks and barrens and cruel wind of the altitudes. Eighteen hours without a fire, without hot food, without rest eighteen hours at least of heavy breaking through the treacherous, drifted snow of the divide. Yes, that was the best time he could make up there—and if he failed—”
― Derry's Partner
― Derry's Partner
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