Alfred Goodale: 2 books

“In the insanity of the oil rush, on a cold Canadian afternoon, the trucks arrived from Streeper’s Transport. The cook shack and fuel sloop, as big as fishing boats in dry dock, were winched aboard flatbed trailers. Groceries arrived from the Hudson’s Bay Company, and Dan Vann drove up with...

"Ladd, come. Ladd, sit. Phooey, Ladd!" The wonder wasn't that I obeyed at a walk but that I obeyed at all. We animals talked together, solving the mystery at Mystery Cabin. Who had penned the anonymous warnings? Not Jonquil, because she couldn't read or write. Not the great owl, because...