On the Old Frontier; or, The Last Raid of the Iroquois.
With 10 full-page Illustrations by H. D. MURPHY.
"Mr. Stoddard's stories of adventure are always of the thrilling sort which boys like most to read. This tale, which relates to the last raids of the Iroquois, is as stirring as the best of those which have come from his pen."--_Philadelphia Evening Bulletin._
A Story of New York. With Illustrations by B. WEST CLINEDINST.
The metropolis is always an attractive scene for a story, and doubly so for a story like this, which tells how two boys and a girl made their way by their own pluck and ability.
[Illustration: Firm as a rock stood the young warrior. (See page 18.)]
Author of Crowded Out o' Crofield, The Red Patriot, Success Against Odds, etc.
Copyright, 1898, By D. Appleton and Company.
FACING PAGE Firm as a rock stood the young warrior _Frontispiece_
Up went the ladder, and on it the English climbed fast 177
There came a sudden sound, breaking the shadowy silence of Longwood forest.
Crash followed crash, at short intervals, with the snapping of dry twigs and bush branches, and then came ringing, clear and sweet, three notes of a hunting horn.
Out into an open glade, where the sunlight fell upon the long, green grass of midsummer, there bounded a splendid stag--a stag royal, a stag of ten--fit to be the antlered monarch of the king's deer in Longwood.
Three leaps, and then the beautiful animal stood still; but as he turned, panting, and lowered his horns, it could be seen that he was wounded. The feather of an arrow in his flank told how deeply the shaft was driven.
He was at bay now, and splendid was his courage as he stood to battle with his pursuers.
Again, and nearer, nearer, sounded the horn; for the hunters were coming.
Out through the leafy barrier of the bushes at the edge of the glade bounded three eager deerhounds, one after another. Large dogs they were, brown-haired, lop-eared. Their baying had chimed in with the music of the horn. Better for them it were if one of the huntsmen had been there to hold them from their haste; for there is danger for any who rush rashly in upon a stag at bay.
Loud voices and the thud of galloping hoofs told that the hunters were close at hand; but they were too late in arriving. The foremost hound dashed fiercely on, his white teeth showing, and his eyes flashing with green light; but the ten-tined antlers passed under him and were lifted swiftly.