A WELL WON VICTORY--CONCLUSION
THE astonishment of Jasper Williams was apparent as he saw Dick and
Roger Armstrong before him. Up to that time he had supposed the attack
to be simply one of those ordinary Indian surprises to be expected
when white men are hunting on ground that the tribes of the Northwest
claimed as their own territory.
"Saving me seems to be getting quite a habit with you lads," he told
them, as his bonds were hurriedly severed, and he could grasp a hand of
each. "How did the news reach camp; and what made the captain allow you
to start out almost alone into this heathen land in order to rescue me?"
Dick quickly informed him concerning the reason for their presence.
"We did not dream that you were in trouble," he said. "Mayhew, who was
taking the document to our people down on the Missouri, was robbed of
the paper. He came back to the camp to let us know; and we could see
the fine hand of that French trader over there back of it."
"François Lascelles!" cried the hunter, as a look of understanding
crossed his rugged features. "Now I begin to see what it all means. He
was afraid you would get another signature from me, and to block the
game he had me taken prisoner by the Blackfeet. Why," he added, in a
burst of anger, "they even threatened to carry me off to their village
and make me teach their squaws how white women sew and bake bread, and
all such civilized ways!"
"We immediately started out to overtake you," continued Dick, "and
Mayhew insisted on being one of our party. What strange adventures we
have met with you shall hear about another time; for I take it that
you do not mean after this to head any further into such a terrible
country?"
Williams shrugged his broad shoulders, and made a wry face.
"I suppose, lads, I would be a fool to try it, since my comrades
deserted me," he told them.
"Yes," replied Roger, "we met them on the way, and both Hardy and
Mordaunt vowed nothing could tempt them to go a step further. What with
the working of the Evil Spirit, and the danger from hostile reds, they
had had enough."
"We are glad to hear you say such a sensible thing," Dick added,
"because this does not seem like a white man's country. Only for our
good luck in meeting these friendly Sioux, who come from the village of
Running Elk, we might have had a much harder time in getting you free.
But it is all right now!"
"The sooner we start back to the camp the better I will be pleased,"
Williams admitted. "Then there's that document we ought to have on its
way. What will you do with the Frenchmen?"
"If we let them go free now," affirmed Roger, "no matter how they
give us their solemn word of honor, I believe Lascelles would try to
intercept our messenger again."
"You are right about that, son," said Williams, warmly. "Better let
the Indians knock them on the head, and have done with it. They surely
deserve little mercy at your hands."
Dick, however, could not agree to such a thing.
"No," he said, firmly, "if Beaver Tail will agree to take them to camp
with us, I believe Captain Lewis will hold them as hostages until
Mayhew has had time to get so far along on his journey east that he
can not be headed again. After that the Frenchmen might be turned
loose."
Between Williams and Mayhew this was explained to Beaver Tail, who
agreed. Nothing was said about a reward, but Dick had already made up
his mind that he would endeavor to induce the two captains in charge of
the exploring party to deal generously with the Sioux in this respect.
"It will not be thrown away, either," he told Williams, "because to
have Running Elk and his tribe friendly with us might mean much for the
success of our trip when spring comes."
Naturally Lascelles and his comrades were very much concerned as to
what their fate was going to be. When they heard what Dick had to say
they seemed rather pleased, though the old trader frowned, and muttered
to himself from time to time, as though he did not like the idea of
being frustrated in his cherished scheme.
There was apparently no help for it, unless he wished to try to escape,
when the chances were he would be quickly hunted down and lose his
scalp to the Sioux.
Accordingly a start was made for the camp, the entire band of Indians
accompanying the boys and the Frenchmen. During that weary march the
old trader was given an opportunity of learning about the character
of the two lads whom he had been pursuing so heartlessly, with the
intention of robbing their parents of the property that he claimed
through a flaw in the title.
Whether this knowledge did him any good or not it would be impossible
to say. He was too old to change his ways of life, and, while openly
protesting to have seen a light, so that he would no longer try
to injure the Armstrongs, Dick and Roger put little faith in his
repentance.
When finally the camp was reached the prisoners were handed over to
the care of some of the soldiers accompanying the expedition, who were
charged with the task of seeing that none of them escaped.
Jasper Williams readily signed another document which Captain Lewis
himself arranged, and both the leaders of the expedition put their
names down as witnesses. Then Mayhew started once more for the lower
Missouri. The other two messengers had agreed to wait at a certain
place for him to join them; and he believed he still had ample time to
arrive before the specified time would be up.
When the two boys waved him farewell they felt that a great load had
been taken from their shoulders.
"This time there should be nothing to prevent him from reaching our
homes and delivering the precious paper, besides our letters," said
Dick.
"Something seems to tell me he will do it," added Roger, "and so I have
decided not to let it worry me any longer. We will keep Lascelles and
his son here for some weeks, so that they will be powerless to catch
up with Mayhew, even if they wished to try it. And Beaver Tail seemed
greatly pleased with the generous way Captain Lewis treated him, too,
so we have made good friends of the Sioux."
"He gave the chief a gun and some ammunition," remarked Dick. "He was
as pleased with it as a child would be with a new toy. And every brave
also received something to show that we wanted them to be our friends.
But the dinner we gave them did not seem to reach the right spot. I saw
more than one slyly throw the tea away when they thought no one was
looking."
"They will stick to roast dog as a feast dish," laughed Roger. "I was
afraid at one time there might be trouble between the Mandans and
the Sioux, for they are old rivals of the chase and the warpath. But
Captain Lewis managed to patch up a truce that may last while we are
here, at any rate, even if the old warfare breaks out again afterwards."
"It took a good deal of talk, though," suggested Roger, "to induce the
Mandans to hide those old Sioux scalps they had swinging about their
teepees. If the braves of Running Elk had glimpsed those nothing could
have kept them from making trouble. But it is simply wonderful what
power Captain Lewis has over men."
"If we ever do set eyes on the great ocean that lies far beyond the
range of rocky mountains," Dick affirmed, "it will be owing mostly to
the cleverness of the President's private secretary."
History has recorded the facts, and the young pioneer in stating his
opinion was only saying what other men have conceded.
A few days after Mayhew left the camp, well provisioned and armed for
his dangerous trip over the back trail, winter set in in earnest. The
boys were well satisfied to be so comfortably housed and among friends,
instead of wandering amidst those strange scenes of which they never
seemed to tire of talking, where the earth appeared to be on fire deep
down under the outer crust, and continually spouted those colossal
streams of steaming water.
The four Frenchmen were kept prisoners until several weeks had elapsed,
and then allowed to go. They had a _cache_ somewhere, they admitted,
with an abundance of ammunition as well as other supplies, so there was
little fear of their perishing in the severity of the winter weather.
As the days and weeks drifted along Dick and Roger carried out many
of their little plans. They hunted when the weather admitted, and
accompanied Jasper Williams on trapping jaunts that covered several
days. They also had intercourse with the peculiar Mandan Indians, and
learned a multitude of interesting things connected with the tribe
called the "White Indians," a race which has always been a mystery to
historians.
As the long winter drew near a close the boys began to feel their
pulses thrill in anticipation of being once more on the move with their
faces turned toward the magical setting sun.
The talk around the fires was all of the wonders that still awaited
them beyond the chain of mountains of which they heard so much. Every
scrap of information was garnered and repeated. Captain Lewis lost no
opportunity to learn new facts, or rumors concerning what they might
expect to meet in their further advance into the country which up to
then had never known the impression of a white man's foot.
It can be easily understood, then, that as the snows began to melt
with the gradual increase of the sun's warmth in the early spring,
preparations were feverishly undertaken for a start. And in that camp
there was none more deeply interested in the final outcome than were
our two pioneer boys.
"I think we'll see some wonderful sights," said Roger.
"Perhaps," was the answer Dick made.
How the forward march into the Great Unknown was resumed, and what
adventures fell to the lot of our young heroes, will be related in
the next volume of this series, to be called "The Pioneer Boys of the
Columbia"; but, come what may, it is not likely that they will witness
anything more wonderful than the marvels they encountered in the
territory of the Yellowstone.
THE END
NOTES
NOTE 1 (PAGE 7)
When, in 1803, the new Republic purchased from France for fifteen
million dollars what was then known as the territory of Louisiana, the
United States extended its boundaries toward the unknown West where it
was believed a mighty range of mountains divided the continent, while
far beyond lay the Pacific Ocean. The territory included practically
what is now covered by the States of Montana, North and South Dakota,
Nebraska, Minnesota, Iowa, Kansas, Arkansas, Louisiana, Indian
Territory, and part of Colorado.
President Jefferson wished to aid the settlers along the Mississippi,
who wanted more room for expansion toward the setting sun, and
accordingly, on his recommendation, Congress authorized the sending of
an exploring expedition to ascertain what lay beyond the limits of the
new land, and, if possible, to go all the way to the ocean.
Captain Meriwether Lewis, the President's private secretary, together
with Captain William Clark, was placed in charge of the expedition,
which started from St. Louis early in 1804. It consisted of nine young
Kentuckians, fourteen United States soldiers, two French voyageurs
to serve as interpreters among the Indians whom they expected to
encounter, and a black servant for Captain Clark. Some frontiersmen
also joined them before they left the last trading post. On May 24th
this little expedition left the mouth of the Missouri, and plunged into
the then unknown wilderness, not knowing whether a single soul of the
party would ever live to come back again with a record of the wonders
they had seen, and the perils they had encountered.
History tells us that they wintered at the Mandan village near the
headwaters of the Missouri and that strange river which the Indians
called Yellowstone, on account of the predominating color along its
banks. The following spring the Lewis and Clark expedition continued on
its way, reaching the Columbia River, and following it down until, at
its mouth, they beheld the goal of all their hopes, the glorious ocean
that lay bathed in the glow of the setting sun.
NOTE 2 (PAGE 26)
In those days, when the Indians of the Northwest did not have the Great
White Father at Washington to supply them with rations and fresh beef,
it was customary for the various tribes to participate in annual fall
hunts, so that sufficient meat might be procured to last them through
the long, cold winters.
Sometimes they went after buffalo, which at that day were to be found
in immense herds, and often the most wanton destruction was indulged
in, traps being laid whereby the great animals were driven by hundreds
over some precipice, so that the Indians hardly bothered taking
anything but the tongues of their victims, which they cured by drying
in the smoke of their fires. In spite of this slaughter the herds
continued to increase until modern man, with his repeating rifle,
made his appearance, at the time the first railroad was being built
across the continent, when they quickly reached the point of practical
extermination.
More often the meat obtained in these fall hunts was venison. This the
Indians cured by drying in the sun. Thus prepared, it would keep for
any length of time, if not allowed to get wet. It is not the nicest
food an epicure might select, being dark-looking, and often as hard as
flint; but pemmican, as this dried venison is called, can be made into
a palatable dish when properly cooked.
When an Indian was sent on a trip of perhaps two hundred miles, to take
a message to another tribe, he would simply carry along with him in his
pouch a handful of this pemmican, which would serve him as a means of
sustenance throughout his long journey, washed down with an occasional
drink from some spring that he would discover on the trail.
NOTE 3 (PAGE 128)
Probably the giant geyser which performed such a splendid service for
our two young heroes was the one known for many years as Old Faithful,
from the fact that, while other geysers in Yellowstone Park may seem
grander on occasion, they are often erratic in their flow, and not to
be depended on. Old Faithful has often been described, and is an object
of such general interest among the visitors to the National Park that a
large hotel has been built so close that one can sit in an easy-chair
within a few hundred yards, and view its spectacular upheaval.
It seems to come every sixty-five minutes, to a dot, and the great
white column rises with a roar from one to two hundred feet into the
air, continuing for possibly the space of five minutes. New beauties
are to be discovered with almost every eruption, according to the
weather, and the hour of the day or night. Sunrise, sunset, moonlight
sway the great steaming column into a thousand fantastic forms. When
the geyser is quiet one may approach the crater, an oblong opening
about two by six feet, with a quiet pool of crystal water.
Some say the deposits around the crater indicate an age of tens, if
not hundreds of thousands of years. When Columbus discovered America
this great column played at regular intervals in the primal solitude;
when Lief Erickson landed it was unspeakably old, but glorious as ever;
when Christ was on earth its strange beauty fell on the eye of the
infrequent savage who gazed on it with superstitious awe; long before
the reputed date of creation it played and coruscated in the sunlight.
No wonder, then, that those, who stop to think, gaze with wonder on
Old Faithful and that the Indians, at the time the Lewis and Clark
expedition crossed the continent, held it in awe and reverence.
NOTE 4 (PAGE 162)
The grizzly bear has never been found east of a certain line marked by
spurs of the mighty Rocky Mountains. At the time the Lewis and Clark
expedition penetrated the wilderness lying between the settlements
along the lower Missouri and the far distant Coast Range of mountains,
in what is now known as California, very little was known of this most
terrible of all the wild animals native to North America; indeed, some
big game hunters put the grizzly ahead of the African lion or the tiger
of the Indian jungle so far as ferocity and toughness goes.
Vague stories drifted to the ears of white hunters about a monster bear
which terrified the red men of the West. They had even seen the claws
strung around the neck of some chief who had won his high position
after having killed one of these fearful creatures in a hand-to-hand
fight.
When the explorers finally returned to civilization they brought with
them the most amazing stories of things they had seen; but undoubtedly
nothing surpassed their descriptions of the grizzly bear's ten lives,
and the fearful strength which the animal possessed.
In these modern days of soft-nosed bullets, and the exploding kind that
do such fearful execution upon striking the game, it may not be so
difficult to bring down old "Eph," as Western men call the grizzly; but
a score or more of years ago men declared that they had known such an
animal to be hit with twenty shots, and yet seem to mind his wounds no
more than if they were flea-bites.
It can be seen, then, that, in slaying a grizzly, Dick and his cousin
Roger were really accomplishing what in those days was a stupendous
feat. Their success must be laid partly to good luck, and the fact that
they were able to send their lead to a vital spot. Ordinary wounds will
have little or no effect upon a tough grizzly, save to further enrage
the beast, and make him more fierce than ever.
Unless they are heavily armed, or can gain the shelter of a convenient
tree, wise hunters usually let such a dangerous animal severely alone
when coming unexpectedly upon him in the rocky canyons where he loves
to prowl.
NOTE 5 (PAGE 181)
The first real intimation the world received concerning the wonders
of what is now Yellowstone Park can be said to have come through the
experiences of a trapper by the name of Colter. He was made prisoner by
the hostile Blackfeet in the early part of the nineteenth century, and,
after being tortured by them, managed to escape. When he afterwards
reached civilization he had some marvelous tales to tell about a land
of steaming pools; of springs of boiling water, that at intervals shot
hundreds of feet into the air; of seething cauldrons of pitch; of
strange lakes and rivers; as well as of rocks and clay that bore the
diversified colors of the rainbow. Of course, his rough friends laughed
at his stories, and gave them little credence. Indeed, it was believed
that the sufferings of the trapper had made him somewhat light in the
head. They treated his accounts with derision, and classed the tales
with those of Gulliver and Munchausen. But, in later years, everything
Colter had told was amply verified, showing that he had actually been
in the region now known as Yellowstone Park.
It was not until 1869 that a well-equipped prospecting party was sent
out by private enterprise to ascertain the truth about this supposedly
mythical region of awe-inspiring wonders. Thirty-six days were spent on
the trip, and the party saw such amazing things that, as the account
tells us, some of them "were unwilling on their return to risk their
reputation for veracity by relating the wonders of that unequaled
country."
To-day, the tourist is taken into the Park and shown everything that is
worth seeing with the least degree of discomfort. And there is nothing
in the Old World that can at all compare with the natural wonders to be
found on the great Government Reservation, the lake itself being the
gem of them all, for it covers something like one hundred and fifty
square miles, and is as clear as crystal.
NOTE 6 (PAGE 191)
As a rule the Indians of the Great Northwest seemed to avoid the region
now known as Yellowstone Park, even though it abounded in game, because
of superstitious fears connected with the mysterious working of the
spouting geysers, which they believed to be the evidence of the Evil
One opposed to the Good Manitou. Occasionally the Blackfeet or the
Crows invaded the borders when in need of fresh meat. Some lodges of
a fragment of the Snake Indians have been found, a miserable tribe
known as Sheep-eaters; but the powerful Sioux, the Mandans, and the Nez
Perces tribes avoided the district as though it were truly accursed.
The most important Indian trail in the Park was that known as the
Great Bannock Trail. It extended from Henry Lake across the Gallatin
Range to Mammoth Hot Springs, where it was joined by another coming up
the valley of the Gardiner. Thence it led across the Black-tail Deer
plateau to the ford above Tower Falls; thence up the Lamor Valley,
forking at Soda Butte, and reaching the Bighorn Valley by way of
Clark's Falls and the Stinking-water River. The trail was certainly
a very ancient and much traveled one. It had become a deep furrow in
the grassy slopes, and is still distinctly visible in places, though
unused for a quarter of a century.
Arrows and spear heads have been discovered in considerable numbers.
Some of the early explorers also found more recent and perishable
evidence of the presence of Indians in the Park in the shape of
rude wick-e-ups, brush enclosures, and similar contrivances of the
Sheep-killers.
NOTE 7 (PAGE 196)
Of all the tribes west of the Mississippi, even including the warlike
Sioux, none gave the venturesome paleface adventurers who wandered
into that country more trouble than the Blackfoot Indians. Like the
Flatheads, and some other tribes, they had their main villages far
up amidst the pine-clad mountains where enemies could hardly reach
them without long and dangerous journeys. From these eyries they were
accustomed to sally forth, either on some grand hunt for a winter's
supply of meat, or else to strike a sudden blow at some tribe with
which they were at war.
When game grew scarce in their customary hunting grounds, some of
these bold braves were in the habit of taking longer hunts, and had
frequently approached the border of the Land of Wonders. As a rule they
avoided the country of the spouting geysers, because they believed an
Evil Spirit dwelt there.
The habits of these Indians differed from those of the Mandans, because
they were by nature of a much wilder disposition, utterly untamable. To
this day the remnants of the old Blackfoot tribe are not to be compared
with other civilized aborigines who have taken to the plow and the
cottage. The Mandans themselves suffered so severely from smallpox,
introduced into the tribe through connection with the whites, that long
years ago they became extinct.
NOTE 8 (PAGE 221)
The usual medicine man of all the Indian tribes of North America in
the days of the pioneers was as big a humbug as could be imagined. He
usually held his position through craftiness, and the ability to make
the tribe believe that he was in direct communication with the Great
Spirit or Manitou. It was therefore a matter of some moment for the
native doctor to "make good" when he had promised that victory would
crown the efforts of the warriors going forth to battle, or otherwise
his life might pay the penalty.
When it came to treating disease he seldom gave even the commonest
herbs, rather trusting to incantations in order to frighten off the
evil thing that had fastened on the sick person. Thus tomtoms were
beaten, chants given, and the medicine man himself would perform
a weird dance around the sick one, making music to accompany his
gesticulations by rattling gourds in which stones had been slipped,
jingling the metal ornaments on his apparel, and in every imaginable
way trying to "conjure" the maker of the spell that had been laid upon
the afflicted one.
Sometimes the invalid got well in spite of everything, and great was
the jubilation of the tribe; on the other hand if death came and took a
victim it was easy for the medicine man to find some excuse.
Perhaps the Blackfoot chief, Black Otter, may have seen white doctors
cure their patients by giving them medicine; or else learned of it
through intercourse with French traders, such as Lascelles. However
that might be, it was not so very singular for some of his braves to
have become afflicted with the same desire to be treated by a paleface
medicine man. This, then, would account for the eagerness with which
those who had received wounds in the affray between the Blackfeet and
the invaders of the Enchanted Land agreed to let young Dick Armstrong
attend to their hurts. Deep down in their hearts they must have
realized that the way of the palefaces was much superior to the crude
methods in vogue with their native medicine man.
NOTE 9 (PAGE 246)
This incident of an Indian's gratitude is not of an unusual character.
The history of early pioneer days shows many such. The red men were
savage and cruel fighters, crafty, and not to be trusted in many ways;
but they possessed several noble characteristics that will always stand
out boldly when the good and bad are contrasted.
Many instances are on record which prove that the Indian could be
grateful for benefits bestowed, though he might sooner choose to die
than ask a favor.
The brave whose wounded shoulder Dick had so skillfully treated
evidently saw no reason why he should call out and alarm the camp when
he discovered the paleface boys escaping. He probably had no special
liking for the French trader, and it was Lascelles who seemed to be
most concerned in the keeping of the two white lads. Perhaps, even, he
had some reason to dislike the trader; or he may have felt, deep down
in his heart, a secret admiration for the boys who could thus hoodwink
a dozen Blackfoot braves.
NOTE 10 (PAGE 308)
The Sioux proper, known among themselves and by other Indian tribes as
Dacotahs, were originally one of the most extensively diffused nations
of the Great West. From the Upper Mississippi, where they mingled
with the northern race of Chippewas, to the Missouri, and far in the
Northwest toward the country of the Blackfeet, the tribes of this
family occupied the boundless prairie.
It was in the country of the Sioux, on a high ridge separating the
head-waters of the St. Peter's from the Missouri, that the far-famed
quarry of red pipestone lay. It was originally deemed a neutral ground
where hostile tribes from far and near might resort to secure a supply
of this all-essential want of the Indian, for all their pipes were made
of this peculiar hard clay.
To use the stone for any other purposes was to the Indians an act of
sacrilege. They looked upon it as priceless _medicine_. At a meeting
of chiefs which Mr. Catlin, the historical writer, attended near this
quarry many years ago he heard some remarkable expressions used. "You
see," said one chief, holding a pipe close to his arm, "this pipe is
part of our own flesh." Another said: "If the white man takes away a
piece of the red pipestone, it is a hole in our flesh, and the blood
will always run." A third expressed his feelings in a still more
remarkable way: "We love to go to the Pipe-Stone, and get a piece for
our pipes; but we ask the Great Spirit first. If the white men go to it
they will take it out, and not fill up the holes again and the Great
Spirit will be offended."
Besides the Sioux there were to be found at times in this region the
Flatheads, the Ojibbeways, the Assinaboias, the Crows, the Blackfeet,
and several lesser tribes. Among them there was almost constant
warfare. While the Blackfeet and others had plenty of game in their own
lands, they were now and then seized with a desire to dare the anger
of the Sioux and hunt the buffalo over the territory claimed as their
preserves by the latter. And many fierce battles took place because of
this belligerency.
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early teens."--_The Philadelphia Item._
=PRISONERS OF FORTUNE:= A TALE OF THE MASSACHUSETTS BAY COLONY. By RUEL
PERLEY SMITH.
Cloth decorative, with a colored frontispiece $1.50
"There is an atmosphere of old New England in the book, the
humor of the born raconteur about the hero, who tells his story
with the gravity of a preacher, but with a solemn humor that is
irresistible."--_Courier-Journal._
=FAMOUS CAVALRY LEADERS.= By CHARLES H. L. JOHNSTON.
Large 12mo. With 24 illustrations $1.50
Biographical sketches, with interesting anecdotes and reminiscences of
the heroes of history who were leaders of cavalry.
"More of such books should be written, books that acquaint young
readers with historical personages in a pleasant informal way."--_N. Y.
Sun._
=FAMOUS INDIAN CHIEFS.= By CHARLES H. L. JOHNSTON.
Large 12mo, illustrated $1.50
In this book Mr. Johnston gives interesting sketches of the Indian
braves who have figured with prominence in the history of our own land,
including Powhatan, the Indian Cæsar; Massasoit, the friend of the
Puritans; Pontiac, the red Napoleon; Tecumseh, the famous war chief
of the Shawnees; Sitting Bull, the famous war chief of the Sioux;
Geronimo, the renowned Apache Chief, etc., etc.
=BILLY'S PRINCESS.= By HELEN EGGLESTON HASKELL.
Cloth decorative, illustrated by Helen McCormick Kennedy $1.25
Billy Lewis was a small boy of energy and ambition, so when he was left
alone and unprotected, he simply started out to take care of himself.
=TENANTS OF THE TREES.= By CLARENCE HAWKES.
Cloth decorative, illustrated in colors $1.50
"A book which will appeal to all who care for the hearty, healthy,
outdoor life of the country. The illustrations are particularly
attractive."--_Boston Herald._
=BEAUTIFUL JOE'S PARADISE:= OR, THE ISLAND OF BROTHERLY LOVE. A sequel
to "Beautiful Joe." By MARSHALL SAUNDERS, author of "Beautiful Joe."
One vol., library 12mo, cloth, illustrated $1.50
"This book revives the spirit of 'Beautiful Joe' capitally. It is
fairly riotous with fun, and is about as unusual as anything in the
animal book line that has seen the light."--_Philadelphia Item._
='TILDA JANE.= By MARSHALL SAUNDERS.
One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth decorative, $1.50
"I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I commend it
unreservedly."--_Cyrus Townsend Brady._
='TILDA JANE'S ORPHANS.= A sequel to 'Tilda Jane. By MARSHALL SAUNDERS.
One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth decorative, $1.50
'Tilda Jane is the same original, delightful girl, and as fond of her
animal pets as ever.
=THE STORY OF THE GRAVELEYS.= By MARSHALL SAUNDERS, author of
"Beautiful Joe's Paradise," "'Tilda Jane," etc.
Library 12mo, cloth decorative. Illustrated by E. B. Barry $1.50
Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and triumphs, of a
delightful New England family, of whose devotion and sturdiness it will
do the reader good to hear.
=BORN TO THE BLUE.= By FLORENCE KIMBALL RUSSEL.
12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.25
The atmosphere of army life on the plains breathes on every page of
this delightful tale. The boy is the son of a captain of U. S. cavalry
stationed at a frontier post in the days when our regulars earned the
gratitude of a nation.
=IN WEST POINT GRAY=
By FLORENCE KIMBALL RUSSEL.
12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
"Singularly enough one of the best books of the year for boys is
written by a woman and deals with life at West Point. The presentment
of life in the famous military academy whence so many heroes have
graduated is realistic and enjoyable."--_New York Sun._
=FROM CHEVRONS TO SHOULDER STRAPS=
By FLORENCE KIMBALL RUSSEL.
12mo, cloth, illustrated, decorative $1.50
West Point again forms the background of a new volume in this popular
series, and relates the experience of Jack Stirling during his junior
and senior years.
=THE SANDMAN: HIS FARM STORIES=
By WILLIAM J. HOPKINS. With fifty illustrations by Ada Clendenin
Williamson.
Large 12mo, decorative cover $1.50
"An amusing, original book, written for the benefit of very small
children. It should be one of the most popular of the year's books for
reading to small children."--_Buffalo Express._
=THE SANDMAN: MORE FARM STORIES=
By WILLIAM J. HOPKINS.
Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated $1.50
Mr. Hopkins's first essay at bedtime stories met with such approval
that this second book of "Sandman" tales was issued for scores of eager
children. Life on the farm, and out-of-doors, is portrayed in his
inimitable manner.
=THE SANDMAN: HIS SHIP STORIES=
By WILLIAM J. HOPKINS, author of "The Sandman: His Farm Stories," etc.
Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated $1.50
"Children call for these stories over and over again."--_Chicago
Evening Post._
=THE SANDMAN, HIS SEA STORIES=
By WILLIAM J. HOPKINS.
Large 12mo, decorative cover, fully illustrated $1.50
Each year adds to the popularity of this unique series of stories to be
read to the little ones at bed time and at other times.
=THE DOCTOR'S LITTLE GIRL=
By MARION AMES TAGGART, author of "Pussy-Cat Town," etc.
One vol., library 12mo, illustrated $1.50
A thoroughly enjoyable tale of a little girl and her comrade father,
written in a delightful vein of sympathetic comprehension of the
child's point of view.
=SWEET NANCY=
THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF THE DOCTOR'S LITTLE GIRL. By MARION AMES
TAGGART.
One vol., library, 12mo, illustrated $1.50
In the new book, the author tells how Nancy becomes in fact "the
doctor's assistant," and continues to shed happiness around her.
=THE CHRISTMAS-MAKERS' CLUB=
By EDITH A. SAWYER.
12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
A delightful story for girls, full of the real spirit of Christmas. It
abounds in merrymaking and the right kind of fun.
=CARLOTA=
A STORY OF THE SAN GABRIEL MISSION. By FRANCES MARGARET FOX.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Ethelind Ridgway $1.00
"It is a pleasure to recommend this little story as an entertaining
contribution to juvenile literature."--_The New York Sun._
=THE SEVEN CHRISTMAS CANDLES=
By FRANCES MARGARET FOX.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Ethelind Ridgway $1.00
Miss Fox's new book deals with the fortunes of the delightful Mulvaney
children.
=PUSSY-CAT TOWN=
By MARION AMES TAGGART.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and
decorated in colors $1.00
"Anything more interesting than the doings of the cats in this
story, their humor, their wisdom, their patriotism, would be hard to
imagine."--_Chicago Post._
=THE ROSES OF SAINT ELIZABETH=
By JANE SCOTT WOODRUFF.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Adelaide Everhart $1.00
This is a charming little story of a child whose father was caretaker
of the great castle of the Wartburg, where Saint Elizabeth once had her
home.
=GABRIEL AND THE HOUR BOOK=
By EVALEEN STEIN.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Adelaide Everhart $1.00
Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted the
monks in the long ago days, when all the books were written and
illuminated by hand, in the monasteries.
=THE ENCHANTED AUTOMOBILE=
Translated from the French by MARY J. SAFFORD.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Edna M. Sawyer $1.00
"An up-to-date French fairy-tale which fairly radiates the spirit of
the hour,--unceasing diligence."--_Chicago Record-Herald._
=O-HEART-SAN=
THE STORY OF A JAPANESE GIRL. By HELEN EGGLESTON HASKELL.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Frank P. Fairbanks $1.00
"The story comes straight from the heart of Japan. The shadow of
Fujiyama lies across it and from every page breathes the fragrance
of tea leaves, cherry blossoms and chrysanthemums."--_The Chicago
Inter-Ocean._
=THE YOUNG SECTION-HAND:= OR, THE ADVENTURES OF ALLAN WEST. By BURTON
E. STEVENSON.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
Mr. Stevenson's hero is a manly lad of sixteen, who is given a chance
as a section-hand on a big Western railroad, and whose experiences are
as real as they are thrilling.
=THE YOUNG TRAIN DISPATCHER.= By BURTON E. STEVENSON.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
"A better book for boys has never left an American
press."--_Springfield Union._
=THE YOUNG TRAIN MASTER.= By BURTON E. STEVENSON.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
"Nothing better in the way of a book of adventure for boys in which the
actualities of life are set forth in a practical way could be devised
or written."--_Boston Herald_.
=CAPTAIN JACK LORIMER.= By WINN STANDISH.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high-school boy.
=JACK LORIMER'S CHAMPIONS:= OR, SPORTS ON LAND AND LAKE. By WINN
STANDISH.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
"It is exactly the sort of book to give a boy interested in athletics,
for it shows him what it means to always 'play fair.'"--_Chicago
Tribune._
=JACK LORIMER'S HOLIDAYS:= OR, MILLVALE HIGH IN CAMP. By WINN STANDISH.
Illustrated $1.50
Full of just the kind of fun, sports and adventure to excite the
healthy minded youngster to emulation.
=JACK LORIMER'S SUBSTITUTE:= OR, THE ACTING CAPTAIN OF THE TEAM. By
WINN STANDISH.
Illustrated $1.50
On the sporting side, this book takes up football, wrestling,
tobogganing, but it is more of a _school_ story perhaps than any of its
predecessors.
=CAPTAIN JINKS:= THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A SHETLAND PONY. By FRANCES
HODGES WHITE.
Cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
The story of Captain Jinks and his faithful dog friend Billy, their
quaint conversations and their exciting adventures, will be eagerly
read by thousands of boys and girls. The story is beautifully written
and will take its place alongside of "Black Beauty" and "Beautiful Joe."
=THE RED FEATHERS.= By THEODORE ROBERTS.
Cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
"The Red Feathers" tells of the remarkable adventures of an Indian boy
who lived in the Stone Age, many years ago, when the world was young.
=FLYING PLOVER.= By THEODORE ROBERTS.
Cloth decorative. Illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull $1.00
Squat-By-The-Fire is a very old and wise Indian who lives alone with
her grandson, "Flying Plover," to whom she tells the stories each
evening.
=THE WRECK OF THE OCEAN QUEEN.= By JAMES OTIS, author of "Larry
Hudson's Ambition," etc.
Cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
"A stirring story of wreck and mutiny, which boys will find especially
absorbing. The many young admirers of James Otis will not let this book
escape them, for it fully equals its many predecessors in excitement
and sustained interest."--_Chicago Evening Post._
=LITTLE WHITE INDIANS.= By FANNIE E. OSTRANDER.
Cloth decorative, illustrated $1.25
"A bright, interesting story which will appeal strongly to the
'make-believe' instinct in children, and will give them a healthy,
active interest in 'the simple life.'"
=MARCHING WITH MORGAN.= HOW DONALD LOVELL BECAME A SOLDIER OF THE
REVOLUTION.
By JOHN L. VEASY.
Cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
This is a splendid boy's story of the expedition of Montgomery and
Arnold against Quebec.
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Transcriber's Notes:
Punctuation errors repaired. Varied hyphenation retained as in
hap-hazard and haphazard, fire-arms and firearms.
Page 76, "whisped" changed to "whispered" ("Dick!" he whispered.)
Page 118, "Mayhewy" changed to "Mayhew" (well as to allow Mayhew)