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  Fred S. Bennett R. A. Hutchison C. A. Brooks Florence E. Quinlan C. E. Burton W. P. Shriver A. E. Cory Paul L. Vogt David D. Forsyth Warren H. Wilson INTRODUCTION THE POINT OF VIEW


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id: 15274
title: The Girl from Montana
author: Hill, Grace Livingston
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  The sun went away; the horse ate his supper; and the girl slept. "I never went to school," said the girl wistfully; "but--" with a sudden "It is Sunday morning at home," said the man gravely as he watched the sun "No. I live a long way off," said the girl sadly. "They''re dead," said the girl with great tears in her eyes. The woman went away to prepare breakfast then, and left the girl feeling "They are all dead," said Elizabeth, "and I have come away to school." "I am Elizabeth," said the girl with a trembling voice, "the baby you I don''t know," said the grandmother, looking around Elizabeth with a look in his eyes that reminded her of the man in Montana They said he liked pretty girls, and they thought would be "No, I''m just Elizabeth," said the girl, smiling.


id: 19475
title: Tenting To-night A Chronicle of Sport and Adventure in Glacier Park and the Cascade Mountains
author: Rinehart, Mary Roberts
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  GETTING READY FOR THE DAY''S FISHING AT CAMP ON BOWMAN LAKE 40 MOUNTAIN MILES: THE TRAIL UP SWIFTCURRENT PASS, GLACIER NATIONAL Getting a pack-outfit ready for a long trip into the wilderness is a was on the second day, I think, that his horse buried his head between and camp at the different lakes, coming back again to the wagon-trail to than riding a walking horse hour after hour through a long day. [Illustration: _Getting ready for the day''s fishing at camp on Bowman Where the trail turned off toward the mountains and Kintla Lake, we met We dropped three pack-horses over cliffs in two days, but got them Creek Valley; the trail was dusty; packs slipped on the sweating horses There was no water for the horses at camp that night, and none for them pack-horses was three hours behind us in reaching Doubtful Lake.


id: 29479
title: The Night Riders: A Romance of Early Montana
author: Cullum, Ridgwell
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  "I ''lows you''ve got grit," replied the little man quietly, looking face Tresler had ever seen glanced back over the man''s bowed shoulder. A crazy man as wus killed right here, kind of, by Jake Joe passed leisurely on his way, and the light went out in Jake''s "Then what''s to be done?" Tresler asked, watching the little man''s Tresler was round and facing his man, and his words came in a tone the And Tresler laughed outright in Jake''s face when that individual came The blind man''s face was turned in his direction as he went, and when It was like you, Miss Marbolt," Tresler said, with a genuine look "Wal, I guess ther'' ain''t a deal to tell." The little man looked "I don''t think Joe''s got religion," said Tresler, with a smile. "Tresler," the man said, in a manner that left little to the


id: 28864
title: A New Subspecies of Microtus montanus from Montana and Comments on Microtus canicaudus Miller
author: Hall, E. Raymond (Eugene Raymond)
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  A New Subspecies of Microtus montanus from A New Subspecies of Microtus montanus from Montana and Comments on White collected two specimens of the species _Microtus could examine the additional specimens from Montana in the Biological Microtus montanus pratincolus new subspecies Essentially as in _Microtus montanus nanus_. and, in most specimens, especially so posteriorly; tympanic bullae _Comparison._--Among named forms, _Microtus montanus pratincolus_ Our examination of specimens from localities in Montana east of the _Microtus nanus canescens_ to Montanan specimens from Flathead Lake and _Specimens examined_ (in U.S. Nat. Mus., Biol. Coll.).--_Microtus montanus nanus_: Total, 72, as follows: IDAHO: Microtus montanus canicaudus Miller _Microtus canicaudus_ Miller, Proc. subspecies of the species _Microtus montanus_, _Microtus canicaudus_ was _Microtus [montanus] nanus_; upper parts yellowish; tail usually nearly mentioned above, intergradation with _Microtus montanus nanus_ is seen _canicaudus_, _nanus_, or _montanus_. showing the geographic distribution of _Microtus canicaudus_, Bailey _Microtus montanus_ from Warm Springs.


id: 29628
title: The Golden Woman: A Story of the Montana Hills
author: Cullum, Ridgwell
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  "Ther''s no man comin''?" Buck half turned to his friend. All Buck knew was that Beasley was a man of particularly low Buck withdrew his eyes from the beautiful face, and looked up in "I''m real sorry, ma''m," said Buck, smiling quietly at the old woman''s "Yes, he''s got that way, surely," laughed Buck frankly. surely the isolated mountain life Buck lived must have left him open Buck hurried away, and for some moments the Padre watched his slim Joan reached out a timid hand, while her troubled violet eyes looked "That gal ain''t got a hired man, yet," Buck explained simply, as he Joan looked up, all eager delight to behold this wonderful hill Buck Watching the deep glowing eyes of the man Joan felt that his only had he come to realize the woman''s place in a man''s life. Joan looked quickly into the man''s hot eyes, and in that moment


id: 28070
title: A Man of Two Countries
author: Harriman, Alice
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  "Don''t yeh ever think it!" returned Burroughs, with a look that Danvers "Dear little girl!" thought Philip Danvers, as the child ran to "I don''t like that man," asserted Winifred, as Robert Burroughs passed. Philip and Latimer, by this time good friends, watched the trader go on Before Danvers had time to speak they passed Burroughs in close "How do you like my gown?" asked Eva, turning to Miss Blair as the men Late in the evening the doctor came to Danvers'' room for the good-night Danvers to vote for Burroughs when it comes time to elect United States "Whom do you think I saw on the street to-day, Danvers?" asked Blair, many years Mr. Burroughs, Mr. Moore, Mr. Danvers and her brother A few days after he had talked with the doctor Danvers saw Miss Blair Danvers and the doctor from Fort Benton, as well as Miss Blair, were


id: 27475
title: That Girl Montana
author: Ryan, Marah Ellis
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  "The white girl will tell to you the things she wants you to know, if she "You poor little thing!" said Overton, compassionately, as she half shrank Overton stood looking at the girl for a little time after Lyster She thought, while he was talking to her, that he looked like a man who And do you want to come in and look at our poor little girl now? "I guess he must have said that she looks like you," decided Overton. "I tell you so," said Overton curtly, not liking the knowing smile in the Overton only looked at Max, whose face had flushed a little, knowing how "Yes. I find myself thinking about it like that sometimes," said Overton; "Do you know, Dan, I fancy little ''Tana is in the way of being well cared ''Tana," said Mrs. Huzzard, and Overton also looked at her as if interested


id: 26534
title: The Girl from Sunset Ranch; Or, Alone in a Great City
author: Marlowe, Amy Bell
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  Dud Stone looked at Helen curiously, as the big man strode out of the sixteen-year-old girl like Helen Morrell--especially one of her had scarcely been time yet, so Helen thought, for Aunt Eunice or the girls It cost a good bit of money, but Helen knew no better way to "I am looking for my Uncle Starkweather," said Helen, doubtfully. "Whaddeyer want, Miss?" asked the dark girl, coming nearer to Helen and "I am Helen Morrell," said the girl. "I am Helen Morrell," said the girl from Sunset Ranch, smiling, and "But I expected to see you again, Sadie; I told you I''d come," said Helen, "I have not come here to beg money of Mr. Grimes," said Helen, drawing The girls had come down from the home of Sadie again, and Helen was "I--I thought I''d come and make you a little call," said Helen, timidly. But you must call me Helen, too," said the girl


id: 2285
title: Ridgway of Montana (Story of To-Day, in Which the Hero Is Also the Villain)
author: Raine, William MacLeod
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  "The fairy prince, five minutes too late?" asked Ridgway, when the man resolute strength of this man''s face, brought content to her eyes. with that smile which came and went like sunshine in her eyes, she Ridgway turned to Simon Harley a face of hammered steel and bowed, Ridgway glanced across in surprise at the strong old man lying on the "Whenever you like, Mr. Harley." To the girl he said merely, "Good "Write to Mr. Hobart that I am sorry I haven''t time to call on Mr. Harley at the Consolidated offices, as he suggests. "Then it''s as good as done, Mr. Ridgway," said Dalton, turning away. "Oh, Mr. Ridgway isn''t the man to let a little thing like a war a time to it, but I couldn''t afford to let Harley name the man either. Her eyes asked of Ridgway: "Does she know?" and he answered in the


id: 606
title: Indian Why Stories: Sparks from War Eagle''s Lodge-Fire
author: Linderman, Frank Bird
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  "''That is strange,'' said OLD-man; ''how can one Person kill so many men? "''Ho!'' said OLD-man, ''tell me how to make Bad Sickness, for I often go a lake OLD-man saw the Duck-people getting ready to go away, and at Finally OLD-man began to sing a song in the duck-talk, and keep time "Then the Duck-people shut their eyes and OLD-man began to sing: ''Now "When the sun was getting low OLD-man and the Wolf came to a great Swow!--came the great rock on top of OLD-man and held him fast in the Muskrat said: ''I saw trees, OLD-man, but I died before "After they had been on the land for a long time OLD-man said: ''Now I "''Now I shall take you to OLD-man''s lodge, come.'' "Yes--OLD-man looked into the lodge of the Sun and saw the leggings "You see," said War Eagle, as he reached for his pipe, "OLD-man knew


id: 6068
title: The Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail
author: Patchin, Frank Gee
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  "No. Oh, Tad!" shouted Ned. There was no reply to the boy''s camping place, put his pony at the bank where the two boys had gone "Yes, we have followed our course by the compass," answered Tad. However, the lad had overlooked the fact, as had the others, that in "Let''s do it." suggested Tad. Laughing joyously, the lads got out their rifles, standing them on "There goes one of them!" cried Tad. A pony had broken the rope and with a snort, had bounded away. Yet when Tad''s pony came trotting back to camp, the matter took on a "I am Ned Rector of the Pony Rider Boys," explained the lad. No, Tad, the boy is a little too young. Mr. Simms''s pony reached it first with Tad only a few feet "Where are the boys--Ned and the rest of them?" asked Tad, suddenly


id: 6814
title: The Curlytops at Uncle Frank''s Ranch; Or, Little Folks on Ponyback
author: Garis, Howard Roger
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  often spoken to as Ted or Teddy, and his sister Janet was called Jan. Though oftener still they were called the "Curlytops," or, if one was "There isn''t any guessing about it--he _did_ slip off," said Mrs. Martin with a smile, as she put Trouble in a chair, having made sure "I''d like to ride on a pony," said Teddy. "Get along now, ponies!" cried Uncle Frank, and the little horses She looked back at Ted. Teddy had walked a little way toward the hole in the rocks. "And your pony likes you, too, Janet," said the little boy. children are out of my sight--I mean Teddy and Janet," said Mrs. Martin to her husband, when the Curlytops had ridden away. "Could we give him a little ride on our ponies?" asked Teddy of his "Could we give him a little ride on our ponies?" asked Teddy of his


id: 13670
title: The Happy Family
author: Bower, B. M.
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  Pink and Happy Jack, Slim, Andy Green and Blink the silent. "I betche he lays for Andy yet, and gits him," predicted Happy Jack and Irish and Pink and Jack Bates and Andy--discussed ways and means The Happy Family felt to a man that Andy Happy says he''s got a kind eye in his head--" Andy stopped and heels of Chip and the Old Man. Straightway he sought out Andy like a Andy got up and went to the door, and stood looking down the "You''ve sure got to ride like a wild man if yuh beat me to it," Andy passed the Happy Family head in air, stopped a minute to exchange When Saturday came and brought no Andy to camp, the Happy Family began Happy Jack wanted to bet that Andy "Sure, if yuh want it," said Happy Jack. Patsy never fed yuh like Jakie does, neither!" Happy Jack


id: 36246
title: Told in the Hills: A Novel
author: Ryan, Marah Ellis
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  me Genesee Jack mostly, and I know the Kootenai hills a little." been asleep, then; but to the girl''s eyes he looked like a man who had That evening Genesee came back to camp looking tired, and told Ivans "Do you know them very well?" asked Miss Hardy, riding up to Genesee. "I don''t wonder a white man is ashamed of an Indian wife," said Mrs. Houghton. "Don''t talk like that!" he said, looking across at her; "you don''t know "They allowed Genesee was a good man, but a little ''touched'' on the to think o'' this!" said the old man, reaching a brawny hand "No, lad, not for a long time," said the old man, with a half sigh. "So does the Stuart," said Rachel; "and as for doing him a good turn, I "Yes," answered Genesee; for Rachel, with a martyr-like manner, said


id: 39814
title: The Church on the Changing Frontier: A Study of the Homesteader and His Church
author: Belknap, Helen Olive
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  services and church organizations; their Sunday schools, young people''s CHURCH AND COMMUNITY MAP OF HUGHES COUNTY, CHURCH AND COMMUNITY MAP OF BEAVERHEAD COUNTY 60 school enrollment of the county, including the five Sheridan City [Illustration: CHURCH AND COMMUNITY MAP OF HUGHES COUNTY, SOUTH DAKOTA] [Illustration: CHURCH AND COMMUNITY MAP OF BEAVERHEAD COUNTY] [Illustration: MAP SHOWING CHURCHES AND PARISH BOUNDARIES OF UNION COUNTY, Sixteen Protestant churches have been organized in Hughes County, all but Sheridan, the habitable area of the county has one Protestant church for Protestant churches have been organized in Union County, thirty-one of The four counties now have a total of seventy active Protestant churches a country church has thirty-five enrolled in the Sunday school and only city church membership, however, exceeds average Sunday school enrollment and all are connected with city or town churches in Pierre, the county resident church membership in city and town of males over twenty-one years


id: 43394
title: Through Glacier Park: Seeing America First with Howard Eaton
author: Rinehart, Mary Roberts
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  around a camp-fire, and long days on the trail. antelope and deer, black and grizzly bears, mountain lions, trout--well, thousand,--seen from an automobile or from a horse, Glacier Park is a saddle,--long vistas, the trail of game, the camp-fire at night, and a Then, at last, at twilight, Glacier Park Station, and Howard Eaton on A pass is a bloodcurdling spot up which one''s horse climbs like a goat deep breaths of clear mountain air, a camera dropped on the trail, of food in his pocket, the Glacier Park ranger covers unnumbered miles, One day, riding along a narrow trail on a mountain-side, the horse left the party for a time, I rode back to them on the pack-horse I have Glacier Park, not by automobile, but on a horse, and ride over his of peaks, lakes, and rivers of Glacier Park are being replaced by the There are many bears in Glacier Park.


id: 42274
title: With the Indians in the Rockies
author: Schultz, James Willard
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  Every time my Uncle Wesley came out of the Far West he brought me a bow he said was to be our home for a long time to come. largely passed, and Pitamakan said that I would soon forget all about the grouse rose long before we came anywhere near it, and this time go without eating as long as Pitamakan said his people were able to noticed the trails of the rabbits, hard-packed little paths in the snow, time of year came to my mind, and I began to look for a tree to climb; Back we turned, and leaving the river, began to work our way in among the river, Pitamakan sent me round to enter the farther side and come A moment later, as we followed the trail round some pines, we came face Pitamakan said that he had heard that the deer went from the "They must turn soon," Pitamakan said.


id: 42527
title: Trails Through Western Woods
author: Sanders, Helen Fitzgerald
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  came back after a long absence East of the Rocky Mountains, bearing "In the old times the animals had tribes just like the Indians. Ravalli in the Jocko, a rock resembling a man, called by the Indians headed by Chief Joseph, hot with the lust for the white man''s scalp. bidding of the Great Father to listen to the justice of the white man''s shrouds along the peaks, and the Indians, mere shadow-shapes, like into eternal Summer time, to a land watered by fair streams and green Company, appearing on New Year''s Eve, clad in bison robes, painted like peaks showed white with snow, from whose deep bosoms burst a water-fall was brought to them by a white buffalo cow, in the old days when the this period of hostility a beautiful white buffalo cow appeared, bearing the beavers are a fallen tribe of Indians, doomed by the Great Spirit


