Yawn. A fairly dull "historical" romantic adventure tale starring Gregory Peck as a bon vivant schooner captain whose sailing run, between Russian-owned Alaska and the newly founded San Francisco boomtown, brings him into conflict with the Tsarist forces in charge of the far North. The film starts out with great promise, but grinds to a halt with a slow-moving romantic plot involving the rather unappealing, pinch-faced Ann Blythe. Unfortunately, when he finally gets back to sea, the action sequences are hardly more lively, or better directed. What was up with this film? Was it just a bad season for director Raoul Walsh? Well, whatever it was, I was mucho bored for much of this film. I did manage to amuse myself with the thought that the loquacious John McIntire's character would stay up in Alaska after the film's end and later found the town of Skagway, which he would rule with an evil, iron fist. (See: "The Far Country," from 1954, if you want to get the joke...) Anthony Quinn also co-stars, in yet another broadly played ethnic role. You're better off seeing him play opposite Peck in the vastly superior "Guns Of Navarrone."