Narration demo -- 1 min 45 sec
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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dark spruce forest frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees have been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seem to lean towards each other black and ominous in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hinting of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness. A laughter that was mirthless is the smile of the sphinx, a laughter cold is frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility. It was the masterful and communicable wisdom of eternity, laughing at the futility of life in the effort of life. It was the wild, the savage, frozen hearted northland wild, but there was life abroad in the land, and defiant Down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fur was rimmed with frost, their breath froze in the heirs that left their mouths spouting forth in spume of vapor that settled upon the hair of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost. Leather harness was on the dogs and leather traces attached them to a sled which dragged along behind. The sled was without runners. It was made of stout birch bark, and it's full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the sled was turned up like a scroll in order to force down and under the bore of soft snow that surged like a wave before it. On the sled securely lashed was a long and narrow oblong box. There were other things on the sled blankets and acts in a coffee pot in a frying pan. But prominent, occupying most of the space was the long and narrow oblong box.