Quadroon: Advent

The Quadroon: Adventures in the Far West

Name: The Quadroon: Adventures in the Far West
Author: Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883

作者：Reid, Mayne, 1818-1883
体例：题　章数：209
字数：543,165　来源：Project Gutenberg

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CHAPTER ONE.
THE FATHER OF WATERS.
CHAPTER TWO.
SIX MONTHS IN THE CRESCENT CITY.
I am not more courageous than the rest of mankind.
CHAPTER THREE.
THE "BELLE OF THE WEST."
CHAPTER FOUR.
THE RIVAL BOATS.
CHAPTER FIVE.
A DESIRABLE FELLOW-PASSENGER.
CHAPTER SIX.
ANTOINE THE STEWARD.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
THE STARTING.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
THE "COAST" OF THE MISSISSIPPI.
I make the following observations:
CHAPTER NINE.
EUGENIE BESANCON.
CHAPTER TEN.
A NEW MODE OF RAISING THE STEAM.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
A BOAT-RACE UPON THE MISSISSIPPI.
CHAPTER TWELVE.
THE LIFE-PRESERVER.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
WHERE AM I?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN.
Scipio opened the dialogue:--
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
MONSIEUR DOMINIQUE GAYARRE.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.
Scipio hesitated a moment--"but--"
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.
THE CREOLE AND QUADROON.
After one or two anxious inquiries in relation to my wound, she asked--
Suddenly changing her manner, she eagerly inquired--
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
A LOUISIAN LANDSCAPE.
CHAPTER TWENTY.
MY JOURNAL.
I varied the monotony of my invalid existence by keeping a journal.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.
A CHANGE OF QUARTERS.
I need not say that the promise was freely and joyfully given.
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.
AURORE LOVES ME.
CHAPTER TWENTY THREE.
A SURPRISE.
I laid the spur to the ribs of my horse and sprang him forward.
I listened.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR.
A RIVAL.
I fancied I heard a sigh.
I had now also lost temper, though not altogether command of myself.
Here Gayarre started, but said nothing. I continued--
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
AN HOUR OF BLISS.
I assented.
CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
THE "NIGGER QUARTER."
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
THE DEVIL'S DOUCHE.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT.
GAYARRE AND "BULLY BILL."
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
CHAPTER THIRTY.
THOUGHTS.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
DREAMS.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO.
STUNG BY A SNAKE.
CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.
THE RUNAWAY.
I repeated the awful summons:--
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR.
GABRIEL THE BAMBARRA.
CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE.
THE SNAKE-DOCTOR.
I bared my arm, and showed the wound and the swelling.
I had no choice but to follow him.
CHAPTER THIRTY SIX.
CHARMING THE CROTALUS.
I understood his meaning, and lowered the piece.
I replied in the affirmative.
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN.
KILLING A TRAIL.
I assented.
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT.
THE PIROGUE.
CHAPTER THIRTY NINE.
THE TREE-CAVERN.
CHAPTER FORTY.
HOTEL GOSSIP.
I was really in mental agony.
I detailed to Reigart the remarks that had been made.
CHAPTER FORTY ONE.
THE LETTER.
I tore open the seal, and read:--
I had soon ridden far ahead, and ceased to think any more about them.
A black man was holding the horses. It was my old friend "Zip."
I only asked Scipio the details.
I hesitated a moment till my heart should still its heavy throbbings.
CHAPTER FORTY TWO.
THE WHARF-BOAT.
I resolved to take the first boat that came along.
CHAPTER FORTY THREE.
THE NORWAY RAT.
CHAPTER FORTY FOUR.
THE HOUMA.
No wonder I uttered the wild ejaculation--
CHAPTER FORTY FIVE.
JEALOUSY.
This was strange enough. Taking the black aside--
CHAPTER FORTY SIX.
A SCIENTIFIC JULEP.
I nodded my assent.
CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN.
A GAME OF WHIST.
CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT.
THE GAME INTERRUPTED.
CHAPTER FORTY NINE.
THE SPORTSMEN OF THE MISSISSIPPI.
CHAPTER FIFTY.
THE CITY.
I pondered as to how I should act.
CHAPTER FIFTY ONE.
VENTE IMPORTANTE DES NEGRES.
Farther:--
The list followed _in extenso_. I read--
CHAPTER FIFTY TWO.
BROWN AND CO.
CHAPTER FIFTY THREE.
EUGENE D'HAUTEVILLE.
I had an instinct that he both _could_ and _would_ serve me.
CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR.
PITY FOR LOVE.
I communicated it to my companion.
CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE.
ON GAMES AND GAMBLING.
CHAPTER FIFTY SIX.
THE FARO BANK.
CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN.
THE WATCH AND RING.
CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT.
MY FORLORN HOPE.
CHAPTER FIFTY NINE.
THE ROTUNDO.
CHAPTER SIXTY.
THE SLAVE-MART.
I turned mechanically at the words. Aurore was in the entrance.
CHAPTER SIXTY ONE.
BIDDING FOR MY BETROTHED.
I stood with slouched hat and averted face. Aurore saw me not.
I scarce thanked him. I saw not his parting. My eyes were elsewhere.
I halted and listened. The sale was coming to its close.
CHAPTER SIXTY TWO.
THE HACKNEY-CARRIAGE.
CHAPTER SIXTY THREE.
TO BRINGIERS.
CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR.
TWO VILLAINS.
CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE.
THE PAWPAW THICKET.
I remembered that there was a pawpaw thicket near this place.
I opened the breast of my coat, exposing to his view my pistols.
CHAPTER SIXTY SIX.
THE ELOPEMENT.
CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN.
THE LOST MUSTANGS.
I will confess that this coyness surprised and piqued me.
CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT.
A NIGHT IN THE WOODS.
I made an effort to speak calmly.
I wished to be alone with Aurore.
CHAPTER SIXTY NINE.
LOVE'S VENGEANCE.
And yet I was not content. I faltered out--
CHAPTER SEVENTY.
HOUNDS ON OUR TRAIL.
I could proceed no farther upon our path till I had become satisfied.
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE.
THE SIGNAL.
CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO.
THE SLEUTH-HOUNDS.
But there arose another, far more dreadful, because far more probable--
CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE.
THE MAN-HUNTER.
I turned once more to the land.
CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR.
SHOT FOR SHOT.
I stood eyeing him back, but made no reply.
I still remained silent.
CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE.
LOVE IN THE HOUR OF PERIL.
I meant no resistance, but I hesitated a moment in making answer.
CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX.
A TERRIBLE FATE.
CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN.
THE SENTENCE OF JUDGE LYNCH.
CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT.
IN THE HANDS OF THE SHERIFF.
CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE.
THE CRISIS.
I hear you exclaim, that two have been forgotten, the hero and heroine?
NOTE TO THE PREFACE.