CONCLUSION.
Don’s senses were by this time pretty well restored, and he was able to
think the situation over calmly. He had read enough to know that it is
no uncommon thing for shipping agents, when seamen are scarce, to kidnap
landsmen, and thrust them into a ship’s forecastle to do duty as
sailors; and he knew, too, that these “shanghaied men,” as they are
called, are sometimes absent for so long a period that their friends on
shore mourn them as dead. But Don was well aware that he had not been
kidnapped because sailors were scarce. He had heard Lester Brigham’s
name mentioned in connection with some money that was to be paid to
Barr, and he knew whom he had to thank for the trouble he had got into.
“But what have I done to Lester that he should take this way of being
revenged upon me?” Don asked himself, in deep perplexity. “I am sure
that I have always treated him as well as he would let me, and it is not
my fault that I can’t be friends with him. But if he thinks he has seen
the last of me, he will find that he is very much mistaken. I have been
in many a tight place, first and last, but somehow I generally manage to
get out not very much the worse for my experience.”
But his prospects for getting out of this scrape were not very bright,
as Don found when he came to make the attempt to free himself from his
bonds. Pete and Barr had done their work well, and with all his tugging
and pulling the prisoner could not loosen the ropes in the least. After
a few vain efforts he ceased his exertions, and waited with as much
patience as he could to see what was going to happen. He could hear the
footsteps of the crew above his head and the bumping of the bales and
boxes as they were lowered into the hold, and he knew when the order was
given to get the schooner under way. Then Don began to nerve himself for
a desperate attempt at escape. If the captain ordered him on deck before
the shores of Maryland were out of sight, he would do it at the risk of
losing one of his crew. As it happened, he did do it before his vessel
had left the pier a quarter of a mile behind. By the time he came down
the ladder to release his captive, the latter had made up his mind just
how to act.
“Well, my hearty,” said the skipper, who looked enough like Barr to be
his brother, “are you ready to turn to now?”
“Ay ay, sir,” replied Don.
“I suppose you don’t remember of shipping aboard my vessel and signing
the articles, do you?” continued the captain, who was surprised at Don’s
prompt and sailor-like answer. He had looked for a storm of threats and
protests, but he was not prepared for this ready surrender on the part
of the shanghaied boy. It had just the effect upon him that Don intended
it should have. It threw him off his guard, and rendered it
comparatively easy for him to carry out the plans he had formed.
“No, sir, I don’t remember that I have ever been aboard this craft
before,” said Don.
“I can show you your name on the articles, all fair and ship-shape, if
you want to see it,” remarked the skipper, as he proceeded to untie the
ropes with which Don was confined. “What have you done with the advance
I paid you?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Of course you don’t. The next time you get a few dollars in your
pockets for ballast, keep a clear head on your shoulders by steering
wide of grog-shops. Now, then, tumble up and turn to. Go for’ard and——”
The captain suddenly paused, for he was talking to the empty air. He had
unwittingly allowed Don, who was stretching his arms and legs to limber
up his muscles, to get between him and the open window in the stern, and
the last the captain saw of him, he was sailing through that window like
a bird on the wing. He heard a loud splash, and by the time he could get
to the stern and look out, there was nothing but a bubble or two on the
surface of the water to show where Don had disappeared.
Among the many ways that the academy boys had of amusing themselves, and
of which we never before had occasion to speak, were private
theatricals, which were given in the presence of the faculty and all the
students. During the last term the members of the first class had
produced the pantomime called “The Golden Egg,” with Don Gordon, who was
by long odds the best gymnast in school, as the Harlequin. If you have
ever seen this pantomime played, you will remember that one of the
things the Harlequin has to do is to dive through a window, placed about
the height of his shoulders from the floor of the stage, his fall being
broken by a blanket held by ten or a dozen people on the other side of
the scenes. The ease and grace with which Don performed this difficult
feat always called forth rounds of applause from the students, who would
have been astonished if any one had told them that the Harlequin’s
agility would one day be of real service to him. The assiduous practice
which had enabled him to perform his part so creditably on the academy
stage, stood him in hand now. While the captain of the coaster was
talking to him, Don bounded from the floor like a rubber ball, went
through that window without ever touching the sides of it, and
disappeared in the water under the stern.
Knowing that instant pursuit would be made, the boy wasted no time in
trying to hide. He believed that the very first place the captain would
look for him would be under the pier, so he kept away from it, swimming
under water as long as he could hold his breath, and striking out for
the middle of the bay the instant he arose to the surface. As soon as he
thought it safe to do so, he stopped long enough to pull off some of his
clothing, and after that he made better headway. He knew when the
sailors tumbled into the yawl, and he saw Pete and Barr when they pushed
their canoe out from the shadow of the pier and joined in the pursuit.
When he caught sight of the Firefly bearing down upon him, he felt a
thrill of exultation. He had never doubted that he should escape if he
got a fair chance to make the attempt, and now he was positive that that
coaster would not take him to Cuba. He recognized the schooner, and knew
that if he could make Enoch hear him, his escape was assured. Enoch had
never been a friend of his, but Don knew that in a case like this he
would fight for him as long as he had strength enough to stand on his
feet. By doing some of his best swimming he succeeded in crossing the
schooner’s bows, and then he hailed her in tones just loud enough to
reach the ears of the boys he saw on her deck, but _not_ loud enough to
show his pursuers where he was. The second hail pointed out his
position, and brought him the rope by which he was hauled on board the
Firefly.
This was the substance of the story that Don told Jones and Enoch as he
sat in the cock-pit, while the latter was steering his vessel off
through the dark to get away from the coaster. The only portions of it
he omitted were those that related to Lester Brigham’s complicity in his
abduction. He thought his rescuers knew nothing about it, and he did not
mean that they should hear of it from him. Bert was the only one he
would ever take into his confidence. There were no secrets between him
and Bert now.
“You have had a time of it, that’s a fact,” said Enoch, when Don paused.
“I have often heard of men being shanghaied and made to do duty as
foremast hands, but this is the first instance of the kind that ever
came under my personal observation. Your Harlequin business came in good
play, didn’t it?”
“Who is it that says that every bit of knowledge we possess will be of
use to us some day, if we only wait long enough?” said Don, in reply. “I
know that little things I have picked up at odd times, have often come
handy to me.”
“If I were in your place, I would make that captain smart for this
night’s work,” Jones remarked.
It was right on the point of Don’s tongue to answer that he couldn’t do
it without making others smart also; but he caught his breath in time,
and said:
“It would be too much bother. By the time he gets back, I hope to be in
Mississippi; and if I should have him arrested, I should have to come
all the way to Maryland to testify against him. By the way, what did
Pete mean, when he said that if the captain didn’t take me, there would
be no one to pick up his cigars when he returned?”
“Aha!” exclaimed Enoch. “So Barr is in that business, is he? I’ll tell
you what he meant: Barr’s family and Pete’s live in Havre de Grace, but
the men themselves spend the most of their time in a little shanty down
here on the beach. When that schooner returns from Cuba, she will make
it a point to pass that shanty in the night, even if she has to lie over
somewhere, in order to do it. When she goes by, the captain will throw
overboard a few thousand cigars, done up in water-proof packages, and
Barr and his partner will take charge of them until the skipper sees a
chance to sell them without paying the duty.”
“Oh, he’s a smuggler in a small way, is he? Well, who was that darkey
whose dogs were so determined to make a meal of me?”
“He’s a petty thief—a robber of hen-roosts and smoke-houses, and there
are those who believe that he has been guilty of worse things than that.
But if he found your gun he will give it up. He wouldn’t dare keep it.”
Don drew a long breath of relief when he heard this. He had been
mourning over the loss of the weapon, ever since he came to his senses.
He would not have parted with it for many times its value, for he was
too fond of the father who gave it to him.
When Enoch had run so far up the bay that he thought there was no more
danger to be apprehended from the coaster, he came about and laid a
course for Mr. Egan’s house, off which he arrived just as the first gray
streaks of dawn were seen in the east. Early as it was, Egan and the
rest were astir. They had passed a sleepless night, and were making
ready to start out in the Sallie to resume their search for Don Gordon.
The actions of the Firefly, which came toward her with all sails set as
if she meant to run the cutter down, attracted their attention, and
Egan, with some nervousness in his manner, turned his glass upon her. He
held it to his eyes for a moment, and then threw his hat up toward the
cross-trees and uttered a deafening whoop.
“Didn’t I tell you that if Enoch found him he would stay by him?” he
shouted, gleefully. “Don has certainly been somewhere, for he has
Enoch’s coat and hat on.”
The glass was passed rapidly from hand to hand, and the rescued boy,
after returning Egan’s welcoming yell with interest, stood with his hat
by his side, striking what Curtis called “stunning attitudes,” so that
all his friends had a different view of him. His long swim had not
washed any of his love of fun out of him.
As the Firefly drew nearer she began hauling down her sails, one after
the other, and Hopkins caught the rope that Jones threw to the Sallie.
Long before any of the lookers-on thought that the little vessels were
within jumping distance of each other, Don cleared the gap between them
by a tremendous leap, and landed in Bert’s arms.
“Enoch, we shall never forget you for this,” said Egan, who knew
instinctively that Don had something startling to tell.
“Oh, that’s all right,” replied Enoch, who, nevertheless, was highly
delighted over what he had done. The boy he had befriended was able to
surround him and Jones with good influences, and make it comparatively
easy for them to hold to the resolutions of amendment they had made. “I
guess Don would have done as much for us if he had been in our place and
we in his. Cast off that line, please.”
“What for?” demanded Egan.
“We had better be getting along toward home,” replied Enoch. “We’ve been
out all night, and as the breeze has been rather fresh, the folks may be
worrying about us. Besides we haven’t had any breakfast yet.”
“Not much you won’t go home until we are done with you,” said Egan. “The
fresh breeze will not alarm your people, because they know that you are
too good a sailor to get into trouble with a cap-full of wind. As to
breakfast, we haven’t had any, either. We brought it aboard, intending
to eat it while we were looking for Don. Come over and take a bite with
us, while we listen to what Don has to say for himself.”
As much as Enoch and Jones desired to be received as friends by the
cutter’s crew, they would have been glad to postpone all intimacy with
them for a day or two, at least. The fact was, they were ashamed of
themselves; but they didn’t see how they could refuse to accept Egan’s
invitation. Accordingly a rope-fender was dropped over the Firefly’s
rail to keep the little vessels from chafing each other as they bobbed
up and down on the waves, and Jones and Enoch clambered over into the
cutter’s cock-pit.
“Don tells us that Brigham has gone home,” said Egan, as he passed a
well-filled plate to each of his new guests. “What started him off in so
great a hurry?”
Enoch repeated his stereotyped story about Lester having heard bad news
and being homesick and all that, and there was not the least sign on Don
Gordon’s face to indicate that he knew better. He admired Enoch for his
loyalty to his friend, and Enoch and his companion admired the cutter’s
crew for the very temperate language they used when speaking of the
absent boy. Every one of them, except Bert, had seen the time when they
would most gladly have improved an opportunity to punch his head, but
they had nothing but kind words for him behind his back. Enoch told
himself that the good will of such fellows was worth working for.
The story to which the boys listened while they were disposing of the
good things Egan’s mother had put up for them, was the same in substance
as the one we have already related, all reference to Lester Brigham and
his responsibility in the matter, being omitted. The cutter’s crew were
mad enough to fight when Don pushed up his hat and showed them the lump
on his forehead which had been raised there by Pete’s hard fist, and
even Bert bristled up like a bantam on the war-path. The surest way to
make him angry was to do something to Don. They all agreed that there
could be nothing done about the matter unless Don were willing to stay
and prosecute every one who had a hand in kidnapping him; but Don
couldn’t do that without bringing Lester into trouble, and all he had to
say about it was, that he was satisfied to get off without going to
Cuba. He was among friends again, and that was all he cared for. Pete
hadn’t hurt him any to speak of. He was sorry he had lost his gun, but
perhaps——
“But perhaps you haven’t lost it,” said Egan, finishing the sentence for
him. “In fact, I know you haven’t. We found it this morning leaning
against the door of the boat-house, where that chicken-thief left it
last night. Whether or not he knew what happened to you, I can’t say;
but I do know that when he discovered the gun, he made all haste to
return it, for fear that we might look for it and so run on to his
hiding-place.”
“That’s the best piece of news I have heard in a long time,” exclaimed
Don. “But how does it come that that darkey knew where to leave it? He
never saw me before.”
“Don’t you believe it. He knows everything that goes on around here as
well as Barr does. Now, boys,” said the ex-sergeant, “I should like to
ask you a few questions which I would not have asked you under any
consideration while I was a member of the academy; but don’t answer them
unless you can do so without violating anybody’s confidence. How did you
learn about our plans? You must have known all about them, or you could
not have managed matters with so much skill.”
“Jones and I were hidden in the recitation room when you held your
business meeting,” replied Enoch. “I mean on the night that Blake and
his committee presented their report.”
“Why, Enoch!” exclaimed Hopkins, who was fairly staggered by this
revelation. “Didn’t you know that by doing that you put yourselves in
the way of the best kind of a thrashing?”
“We did, but we took our chances. Now, I want to ask _you_ a question:
Did we shut the door of that lodge-room against ourselves by playing the
part of spies?”
“Of course not,” answered Egan, promptly. “You didn’t hear anything, and
you never will until you have traveled—so and so.”
Here Egan made several motions with his hands, only one of which was
intended to mean something; but which one that was, nobody but a
first-class boy could have told.
“Now clear up another point,” continued Egan. “Did Bob Endicott’s father
know what base uses his carriage was going to be put to that day?”
“No, sir,” said Enoch, with a laugh. “Bob told him that he wanted the
carriage, and his father let him have it; but he did not know what was
going to be done with it. Bob was sharp enough to keep that to himself.
He gave Sam and the footman five dollars apiece for what they did.”
“And they earned the money,” observed Curtis. “Blake and his committee
had a fearful time finding their way out of the woods, and Mr. Colson
said that when they came into his office they looked like a lot of
tramps. It was a sharp trick, Enoch, and no one but you could have
managed it.”
“And no one but Lester Brigham would have thought of it in the first
place,” said Egan.
From this it would appear that Lester’s secrets were not likely to be
revealed. Huggins could not say that it was he who suggested to Lester
the idea of running off with a private yacht, for he had left school
long ago; and Ross dared not tell that he was the one who planned the
stealing of the class dinner, for he was afraid that he would be
court-martialed and punished if he did. Lester’s other secret was in the
keeping of boys who knew how to hold their tongues.
When the breakfast had been disposed of, and the exciting and amusing
incidents that happened during their last term at the academy, as well
as the events of the previous night, had been thoroughly discussed, Egan
and his party got into the canoe and pushed off for shore, to let Mr.
and Mrs. Egan see that the missing boy had come back safe and sound,
while Enoch and Jones went aboard the Firefly and set sail for home. In
accordance with his promise, Enoch wrote to Lester that very day. After
telling him how Don Gordon had escaped from the coaster, he wound up his
letter as follows:
“We have not seen Barr since his failure to overhaul us after Don had
been taken on board the Firefly, and I don’t think he will ever trouble
you. There are too many things against him that he wouldn’t like to have
brought to light in a court of law. Don knows nothing whatever of your
complicity in his abduction, and you may be sure that we shall not
enlighten him. We hope to see you next term, but we tell you plainly
that if you have any more schemes for mischief in your head, you can
keep them there, or look to somebody besides Jones and me to help you
carry them out. We are tired of playing the part of scamps and
law-breakers, and are going to see how boys feel who honestly try to
behave themselves. It will be a novel experience to us, but we hope to
live through it. We are friends with all Egan’s party now, and they have
invited us to join them in their hunts and pleasure-rides. They didn’t
throw any fatherly advice at our heads, but we have as good evidence as
we want that they will stand by us and help us all they can.”
It was wonderful what a change that breakfast on board the cutter made
in Enoch and his friend Jones. After that they were seen in Egan’s
company almost every day, and the officers of the Magpie, who had more
than once told themselves that Enoch would bear watching, began to think
that they had been greatly mistaken in him. He and Jones had been
brought to their senses in the same way that Don Gordon was. The
influence that Egan and his friends exerted over them was a silent one,
but it was none the less powerful. They often went sailing and hunting
together, and Enoch’s skill as a wing-shot enabled him to present Bert
Gordon with one of the largest and finest swans that had ever been
killed on the bay. They did not get a shot on the day that Don was lost
in the marshes (it was probable that Barr’s sloop frightened the birds
away), but they afterward had fine sport with the swans, and every one
of Egan’s guests took a specimen home with him.
Affairs went smoothly after that, and the boys who have been spoken of
in this book as THE YOUNG WILD-FOWLERS were happy—all except Lester
Brigham. He was as miserable as a boy ever gets to be. When Don was a
prisoner, and in danger of being sent off to some distant port, Lester’s
terror almost drove him frantic; but as soon as he learned that Don had
come safely out of his troubles, that Enoch and Jones had been at hand
to assist him when he made that bold “Swim for Liberty,” and that
through his influence and Egan’s, his sworn friends had been led to
desert him and to resolve to mend their ways—when Lester knew all these
things, his fear gave way to rage, intense and bitter. To repeat the
expression Enoch Williams once made, he could not have been more alone
in the world if he had been set down on Robinson Crusoe’s island, before
the man Friday made his appearance. Bert could hardly believe his ears
when his brother told him that it was Lester who put Barr up to do as he
did, and he threatened to expose him in spite of the pledge of secrecy
he had given; but Don promised to duck him in the bay if he did, and so
Bert said nothing, although he stormed a good deal.
The boys were sorry to say good-bye to their genial host, but they were
eager to start for home. Christmas was coming, and it was a gala day
with all of them. Don and Bert enjoyed it, as they always did, but they
afterward told each other that no Christmas had ever seemed quite like
this one. They took solid comfort in looking back over the year that had
just passed. Their record was a clear one, and Don was happy in the
thought that he had never caused his mother a moment’s anxiety since
Egan, Hopkins and Curtis got hold of him. They never got a glimpse of
Lester Brigham, and neither did he go back to school with them. His
father, having learned that life on a plantation was not just what his
imagination had pictured it, sold his property in Rochdale and removed
to New Orleans, where Lester lives at this writing. Whether or not he
took a high stand among the boys there, we don’t know for certain, but
we feel safe in saying that he did not. His future is easily predicted.
To quote once more from Enoch, he is all talk and no _do_; and a boy who
has that failing, is not likely to make much of a man.
It gives us great pleasure to say that Enoch and Jones held firmly to
their good resolutions, in spite of all the temptations that came in
their path, and that the influence that had been exerted upon them made
itself felt, through them, upon other members of “the crowd,” who
gradually fell into their ways. During the term no boys worked harder
than they did, and the result of the examination was just what the
members of the first class said it would be. Enoch was made captain, and
Jones won a first sergeant’s _chevrons_.
Don and Bert did not leave the academy at the close of the term, but
remained to take the finishing course, which they will complete next
year. What they will do after that they have not yet decided; but it is
safe to say that if they make truthfulness, fidelity and manliness their
guiding-stars in the future, as they have in the past, they will be of
some use in their day and generation.
Curtis is in a fair way to end his days in the regular army, and Enoch
Williams, to whom he has written glowing accounts of his life at “The
Point,” is looking in the same direction, and longing for an opportunity
to distinguish himself as one of his country’s defenders. He has a fair
prospect of going to West Point. If he is ever intrusted with a command,
and exhibits the same generalship in battle that he did in carrying out
Huggins’s idea, and Ross’s, he will certainly win a high place in his
chosen profession.
Hopkins is studying law in Baltimore, and Egan is in South America
building railroads; but he is coming home next September, and has
invited all his old friends, Enoch and Jones included, to meet him at
his father’s house. Don is looking forward with impatience to a month’s
sport with the canvas-backs and red-heads, but he does not care to see
Barr again, or to be the hero of another adventure like the one we have
attempted to describe in THE YOUNG WILD-FOWLERS.
THE END.
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=Ben the Luggage Boy=; or, Among the Wharves. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Rufus and Rose=; or, The Fortunes of Rough and Ready.
Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=TATTERED TOM SERIES.= (FIRST SERIES.) By Horatio Alger, Jr., in
box containing the following. 4 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra,
black and gold =5 00=
(Sold separately.)
=Tattered Tom=; or, The Story of a Street Arab. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Paul the Peddler=; or, The Adventures of a Young Street
Merchant. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Phil the Fiddler=; or, The Young Street Musician. Illustrated. =1 25=
=Slow and Sure=; or, From the Sidewalk to the Shop. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=TATTERED TOM SERIES.= (SECOND SERIES.) In box containing the
following. 4 vols. Cloth, extra, black and gold =5 00=
(Sold separately.)
=Julius=; or, The Street Boy Out West. Illust’d. 16mo. =1 25=
=The Young Outlaw=; or, Adrift in the World. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Sam’s Chance and How He Improved it.= Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=The Telegraph Boy.= Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES.= (FIRST SERIES.) By Horatio Alger, Jr.,
in box containing the following. 4 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra,
black and gold =5 00=
(Sold separately.)
=Luck and Pluck=; or, John Oakley’s Inheritance. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Sink or Swim=; or, Harry Raymond’s Resolve. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Strong and Steady=; or, Paddle Your Own Canoe. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Strive and Succeed=; or, The Progress of Walter Conrad.
Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=LUCK AND PLUCK SERIES.= (SECOND SERIES.) In box containing the
following. 4 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra, black and gold =5 00=
(Sold separately.)
=Try and Trust=; or, The Story of a Bound Boy. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Bound to Rise=; or, How Harry Walton Rose in the World.
Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Risen from the Ranks=; or, Harry Walton’s Success. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Herbert Carter’s Legacy=; or, The Inventor’s Son. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=BRAVE AND BOLD SERIES.= By Horatio Alger, Jr., in box
containing the following. 4 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra, black
and gold =5 00=
(Sold separately.)
=Brave and Bold=; or, The Story of a Factory Boy. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Jack’s Ward=; or, The Boy Guardian. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Shifting for Himself=; or, Gilbert Greyson’s Fortunes.
Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Wait and Hope=; or, Ben Bradford’s Motto. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=CAMPAIGN SERIES.= By Horatio Alger, Jr., in box containing the
following. 3 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra, black and gold =3 75=
(Sold separately.)
=Frank’s Campaign=; or, the Farm and the Camp. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=Paul Prescott’s Charge.= Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Charlie Codman’s Cruise.= Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=PACIFIC SERIES.= By Horatio Alger, Jr. 4 vols. 16mo. Cloth,
extra, black and gold =5 00=
(Sold separately.)
=The Young Adventurer=; or, Tom’s Trip Across the Plains.
Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=The Young Miner=; or, Tom Nelson in California. Illustrated.
16mo. =1 25=
=The Young Explorer=; or, Among the Sierras. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Ben’s Nugget=; or, A Boy’s Search for Fortune. A Story of the
Pacific Coast. Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=The Young Circus Rider=; or, The Mystery of Robert Rudd. Being
the 1st volume of the “Atlantic Series.” Illustrated. 16mo.
Cloth, extra, black and gold =1 25=
=Do and Dare=; or, A Brave Boy’s Fight for Fortune. Being the 2d
volume of the “Atlantic Series.” Illustrated. 16mo. Cloth,
extra, black and gold =1 25=
=Hector’s Inheritance=; or, Boys of Smith Institute. Being the
3d volume of the “Atlantic Series.” Illustrated. 16mo. Cloth,
extra, black and gold =1 25=
By C. A. Stephens.
Rare books for boys—bright, breezy, wholesome and instructive—full of
adventure and incident, and information upon natural history—they blend
instruction with amusement—contain much useful and valuable information
upon the habits of animals, and plenty of adventure, fun and jollity.
=CAMPING OUT SERIES.= By C. A. Stephens. In box containing the
following. 6 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra, black and gold =$7 50=
(Sold separately.)
=Camping Out.= As recorded by “Kit.” With eight full-page
illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Left on Labrador=; or, The Cruise of the Schooner Yacht
“Curlew.” As recorded by “Wash.” With eight full-page
illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Off to the Geysers=; or, The Young Yachters in Iceland. As
recorded by “Wade.” With eight full-page illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Lynx Hunting.= From Notes by the Author of “Camping Out.” With
eight full-page illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Fox Hunting.= As recorded by “Raed.” With eight full-page
illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=On the Amazon=; or, the Cruise of the “Rambler.” As recorded by
“Wash.” With eight full-page illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
By J. E. Trowbridge.
These stories will rank among the best of Mr. Trowbridge’s books for the
young, and he has written some of the best of our juvenile literature.
=JACK HAZARD SERIES.= By J. T. Trowbridge. In box containing the
following. 6 vols. 16mo. Cloth, extra, black and gold =$7 50=
(Sold separately.)
=Jack Hazard and his Fortunes.= With twenty illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=A Chance for Himself=; or, Jack Hazard and his Treasure. With
nineteen illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Doing his Best.= With twenty illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Fast Friends.= With seventeen illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=The Young Surveyor=; or, Jack on the Prairies. With twenty-one
illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
=Lawrence’s Adventures Among the Ice Cutters=, Glass Makers,
Coal Miners, Iron Men and Ship Builders. With twenty-four
illustrations. 16mo. =1 25=
By Edward S. Ellis.
A New Series of Books for Boys, equal in interest to the “Castlemon” and
“Alger” books. His power of description of Indian life and character is
equal to the best of Cooper.
=BOY PIONEER SERIES.= By Edward S. Ellis. In box containing the
following. 3 vols. Illustrated. Cloth, extra, black and gold =$3 75=
(Sold separately.)
=Ned in the Block House=; or, Life on the Frontier. Being the
1st volume of the “Boy Pioneer Series.” Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Ned in the Woods.= Being the 2d volume of the “Boy Pioneer
Series.” Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
=Ned on the River.= Being the 3d volume of the “Boy Pioneer
Series.” Illustrated. 16mo. =1 25=
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TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
2. Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed.
3. Enclosed italics font in _underscores_.
4. Enclosed bold font in =equals=.