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id: 12405
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  ''The report of father''s rifle cut short his words, an'' Mountain Tom, throwin'' his hands high above his head, sank to the ground like a log.


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id: 13905
title: John of the Woods
author: Brown, Abbie Farwell
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  John saw that this troubled the good old Hermit, whom he loved better "Now, my son," said the Hermit to John, "go you to the entrance of the "Now we will go home," said the Hermit softly, "and you, John, shall So John prattled eagerly, laying the little creature in the old man''s One day John was out in the forest, not far from the Hermit''s hut, "My son!" cried the Hermit, laying trembling hands on John''s shoulder. Suddenly John said: "Father, tell me about the King." "Ah, John!" cried the Hermit, "it is not so easy to find a good king! "Is the King so wicked?" asked John, wondering how the Hermit knew so honor,--especially one holy man, John, King Cyril''s friend and "The King!" The Hermit and John spoke the word together, staring wildly. John looked at her and thought how like a gentle little animal she was,


id: 23499
title: The Hunters'' Feast: Conversations Around the Camp Fire
author: Reid, Mayne
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  should exclusively relate to birds or animals--in fact, any hunted game the United States, is a rare animal everywhere, and seen only at long taken to a small tree, while there were large ones near at hand. Indian hunters on the great plains of North America. once; while those of the long-tailed species run more like the common long-tails, it would be time enough to let it be known how we had moved at times, as if the head of the animal was carried about in For a long time the great polar bear has been the most celebrated animal track of the great moose-deer, but the hunter-naturalist, better The colour of the moose, like that of other animals of the deer kind, Long before this time we had encountered that well-known animal of the The long looked for day at length arrived when the game were to be met


id: 21734
title: The Golden Dream: Adventures in the Far West
author: Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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  "Come here, my lad," said the old gentleman, seizing Ned Sinton by the "Not a bit of it, man," said Ned, in a cheering tone, as he drew the arm "Very well; then I''ll call you Tom in future, and you''ll call me Ned. Now, Tom, you must come with me and Captain Bunting to the gold-fields, "Tom," said Ned, stopping and laying his hand on the shoulder of his "I am a friend," said Ned, looking towards the further end of the boat, "Be calm, my friend," said Ned, who now believed that the poor man''s "Comrades," said Ned Sinton, as the party sat inside their tent, round By this time the captain and Jones had left the tent, and Ned Sinton was "Good-morning, friend," said Ned, as Tom Collins rose, shouldered his "Come, Tom, my boy," said Ned, one evening, advancing to the side of his


id: 21728
title: The Dog Crusoe and his Master
author: Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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  Dick Varley sprang lightly on his horse, and Henri made a rush at his While Dick Varley felled and cut up firewood, Henri unpacked the horses "A prairie-hen," remarked Joe, as Crusoe laid the bird at Dick''s feet; "Good dog; thank''ee, my pup," said Dick, patting Crusoe''s head as he DICK AND HIS FRIENDS VISIT THE INDIANS AND SEE MANY WONDERS--CRUSOE, "I''ll manage it," said Joe, and walked towards her, while Dick and Henri "Crusoe," said Dick, in a feeble voice, "dear good pup, come here." He "Now, Crusoe," said Dick, sitting down on the buffalo''s shoulder and "Now," said Cameron, while Dick Varley and Crusoe stepped up beside him, Dick, and Joe, and Henri, and Crusoe, agreed to become for a time the departure of our four friends, Dick, Joe, Henri, and Crusoe. Dick, and Joe, and Henri mounted their gallant steeds, and, with Crusoe


id: 21241
title: The Rifle Rangers
author: Reid, Mayne
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  "The fellow is likely to be our captain," whispered Clayley, noticing ha!" laughed Clayley; "let us come, boys," he added, turning to a "Captain Haller--Major Twing," said Clayley, introducing me. As soon as the major saw how the "land lay", he came blowing and "No, Major," said I, trying to look serious, "we are not so fortunate." "Senor Capitan," he said, still speaking in Spanish, and hugging me like Clayley and the major looked towards me with an expression that said, "Lord, Captain!" said the major, with a terrified look, "you don''t think Raoul would reach the camp in little more than an hour''s time, "_Buenas noches, Senor_!" (good-night) said Raoul to a soldier who "Look, Captain!" cried Clayley; "Don Cosme and his people, by the living Raoul''s face was before him, upon which he looked for some moments At this moment my eye fell upon a black horse, and, looking, I


id: 12405
title: Frank, the Young Naturalist
author: Castlemon, Harry
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  "Well, Frank," said Harry, as soon as they came within speaking "Now, Frank," said Harry, "turn out toward the middle of the river, "Come, Lee," said Frank, taking the former by the arm, "I guess we can "Come, Frank," said Ben. Lake, "let''s hear what you have got to say. "I say, Frank," said Charles Sheldon, "don''t you think we can catch "I know that," said Frank; "but we must make the coast-guards think "Hold on a minute, boys," said Frank. Frank instantly answered it, and the boy came down the bank, and said, "They are spears," said Archie, in answer to Frank''s question. "And some that you will not like to hear, Frank," said Harry, with a The boys then climbed in themselves, and Frank said, "Try your gun again, Archie," said Frank; "I''m afraid we are going to "Now''s our time," said Frank. "The fox has left the ridge, boys," said Frank.


id: 12170
title: The Wolf Hunters: A Tale of Adventure in the Wilderness
author: Curwood, James Oliver
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  Wabi and Rod, together with a score of Indians and hunters, spent days Rod, who had opened his eyes, smiled faintly and Wabi gave a half-shout Wabi was under the other two Indians when Rod came to his the time he reached their old camp the trail left by Rod and Mukoki was Hudson Bay. Wabi came up and placed his hand on Rod''s shoulder. "We can''t travel without snow-shoes now," explained Wabi to Rod, "and "Then you believe we are far enough away from the Woongas?" asked Rod. Mukoki grunted. snow was packed by his own weight, so that when Wabi and Rod came to When Rod looked at Wabi he saw that the Indian boy''s eyes were wide and Wabi gave Rod a suggestive look as the old Indian bent over the stove. For a few moments Rod and Mukoki stared at the young Indian in blank


id: 34495
title: Rob Nixon, the Old White Trader: A Tale of Central British North America
author: Kingston, William Henry Giles
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  Nixon will die game." The old hunter drew a long knife from a sheath at As the old hunter thus lay on the ground his eye fell live far away from here," said the old hunter. "I will go with you, friend," said the old man. hunter; "I have great faith in my old way of doing things, and am not "Every man to his taste, friend Redskin," said the old hunter; "when I said the old man to Peter, when one day he had got into a more than Your Indian ways, friend Peter, were very strange to us at first, but by Several days passed by, and, to Peter''s regret, the old hunter showed no appeared in the old man''s eye, as he called Peter''s eldest boy to him. It was some time before old Tom could persuade himself that his friend


id: 42307
title: Frank in the Woods
author: Castlemon, Harry
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  way I got through that swamp war a thing to look at. a move arter I got hold of his har, knowed that I war growin'' weak, "It looks mighty like somethin'' comin'' this way," said Dick. "Wal," said Dick, as he handed Frank the trap, "if you can get him to "Wal," said Dick, as soon as Frank had finished his story, "that war My gun war standin'' agin a tree, close by, but I knowed I too, ''cause the ole bar kept a close watch on me; but the tree war war a fine place for a bar, an'' many a trapper wouldn''t have liked the but he didn''t stop to fight ''em, cause he thought the ole trapper war "Boys," said Frank, "that little circumstance has set me to thinking. about him, ''cause I knowed he war on as good a hoss as ever tracked a


id: 45265
title: The Story of a Fierce Bad Rabbit
author: Potter, Beatrix
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  THE STORY OF A FIERCE BAD RABBIT THE STORY OF A FIERCE BAD RABBIT "The Tale of Peter Rabbit," etc._ LONDON LONDON PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN THIS is a fierce bad Rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail. THIS is a nice gentle Rabbit. His mother has given him a carrot. THE bad Rabbit would like some carrot. AND he scratches the good Rabbit very badly. THE good Rabbit creeps away, and hides in a hole. THIS is a man with a gun. HE sees something sitting on a bench. HE comes creeping up behind the trees. BUT this is all he finds on the bench, when he rushes up with his gun. THE good Rabbit peeps out of its hole, AND it sees the bad Rabbit tearing past--without any tail or whiskers! PRINTED FOR THE PUBLISHERS BY R. 4 CARMELITE STREET, LONDON, E.C.4.


id: 59853
title: A Young Hero; Or, Fighting to Win
author: Ellis, Edward Sylvester
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  "What a little coward you are, Fred," said Miss Annie; "surely there is "Leave the door open and let me sleep there," said Fred, stoutly. "It wan''t be the first time," said Bud, looking with a grin at the poor "Can it be Bud knows anything about last night?" Fred asked himself, minutes when Bud Heyland stood talking to the boys before school Fred However, Fred Sheldon thought it his duty to let his good friends know good little boys, and I s''pose he was looking for Freddy there," said When Fred Sheldon saw Bud Heyland standing before him in the path, his "Good evening," and Fred was moving on, when Mr. Cyrus Sutton said: "He looked to me like a very small man," said Bud, as he walked slowly "Let me look at it," said Bud, reaching out his hand for it.


id: 60633
title: Wolf Ear the Indian: A story of the great uprising of 1890-91
author: Ellis, Edward Sylvester
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  The instant Brinton Kingsland looked around and saw the Indian on his "But you know my father is not well, Wolf Ear," replied Brinton, with It was not yet noon, and Brinton was hopeful of reaching home long Some minutes later, when Brinton turned his head again, he saw him Brinton''s expectation that they would lose no time in coming together turned to take a look at Wolf Ear. That individual discharged his gun the next moment. "Come, Jack, there''s no time to throw away; hard work is before you, "Whom do you suppose I saw?" asked Brinton, turning to his mother and "Thus we meet, Brinton," he said in his low voice; "will you come The perplexing question was settled by Brinton Kingsland''s pony Why did not Wolf Ear, when he saw he could not reach his pony in "Surrender, Wolf Ear!" called Brinton; "you can''t help yourself."


id: 60655
title: Star of Rebirth
author: Wall, Bernard
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  Indeed, Atanta was sure, the leopard his people trackless hunt, Atanta felt with certainty that the gods were deaf or Atanta stood while his people stretched their furry bodies out over Atanta did not look down at his woman''s face, for she knew him very "We are told of a time long ago, when the cave of man was filled with an old man with only little magic and he felt himself on the edge of "The son knew that the old man was about to die, and so he said: "Only when the old man had gone to the star of rebirth, did the son "I tell you of this now, because when a man comes on a long hunt which god who would fill our hunting trails with game, but now I know that For a moment, Atanta wondered which was the god.


id: 61334
title: When Whirlybirds Call
author: Banta, Frank
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  Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe all the more for riding down the main stem Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe rode down the exact center of the street, Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe had come to clean up the town. pellet rifle over one shoulder, his N-ray flashburn gun over the other shoulder and picked up his rocket-powered stun-gas spray gun in his "I''m Alson Prince, Mayor of Featherton," said the older man shaking hands with the one DeCrabbe stuck out from under the spray gun. you are Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe?" "Perhaps shall require two days then," said Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe "Presumed they are now called peoplehawk-whirlybirds?" DeCrabbe "They are _downdraft_-peoplehawk-whirlybirds then?" asked DeCrabbe. "Wasn''t considering picking up _any_ feathers," replied Five-gun with As Five-gun Charles DeCrabbe leaped back into his craft and started the mannequin, the needle guns in his hands emptied their hundreds of gas mask on, the man waited for the right moment to begin firing.


id: 62866
title: The Young Game-Warden
author: Castlemon, Harry
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  "Now, Silas, let''s look at this thing kind o'' sensible like," said he Silas was as lazy as a man ever gets to be, and Joe and Dan "That''s just the way the thing stands, pap," continued Dan, who looked said Silas, who then went on to repeat what Dan had told him concerning "If you want money, go to work and earn it for yourself," said Joe. "I wonder what has come over Dan all on a sudden?" said Joe, to "Do you think Joe suspects anything?" asked Tom, as soon as Mr. Warren''s game-warden had been left out of hearing. "Why, Dan, I don''t know what you mean," said Joe. And then he checked himself. Dan said it was not likely that Joe knew anything about the cave, "The money was there all the time," Dan went on, "and that Joe of our''n


