The woodsmen, with a simultaneous movement,
raised their rifles. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
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The child uttered a sharp cry of fright. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 26
"Pretty enough to kiss!" cried Dick. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 66
"Listen, Little Sister," said he. "Now I go on a long journey" . . . 148
Dick jumped forward and snatched aside the opening into the wigwam . 228
The hound sniffed deep, filling his nostrils with the feather snow . 258
"Stop!" he commanded, his voice croaking harsh across the stillness. 294