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Author of "The Rocky Mountain Series," "The Go-Ahead Series," etc.
Philadelphia: Porter & Coates. Cincinnati, O.: R. W. Carroll & Co.
CHAPTER I. THE ENCAMPMENT 7 CHAPTER II. AN UNPLEASANT COMPANION 15 CHAPTER III. AN INDIAN HUNT 27 CHAPTER IV. THE "OLE SETTLER" 47 CHAPTER V. THE FIGHT IN THE WOODS 52 CHAPTER VI. THE WHITE BUCK 76 CHAPTER VII. A MIDNIGHT ATTACK 90 CHAPTER VIII. A COUPLE OF NEW PETS 101 CHAPTER IX. CLOSE QUARTERS WITH A GRIZZLY 116 CHAPTER X. A BEAVER HUNT 132 CHAPTER XI. BREAKING UP A MOOSE-PEN 143 CHAPTER XII. THE MOOSE SHOWS HIS QUALITIES 152 CHAPTER XIII. THE BLACK MUSTANG 169 CHAPTER XIV. A BRUSH WITH THE GREASERS 180 CHAPTER XV. CAUGHT AT LAST 194 CHAPTER XVI. THE LOST WAGON-TRAIN 204 CHAPTER XVII. THE STRUGGLE IN THE CAVE 216 CHAPTER XVIII. END OF THE TRAPPER AND BLACK MUSTANG 227 CHAPTER XIX. THE INDIANS AGAIN 236 CHAPTER XX. THE JOURNEY HOMEWARD 251
Our scene opens in the swamp that stretches away for miles north of Lawrence.
It was a cold, dreary night. The wind moaned and whistled through the leafless branches of the trees, sending the snow in fitful gusts through every nook and corner of the forest. On the banks of a small lake, that lay hemmed in on all sides by tall trees, which bowed to every gust of the winter's storm, was an encampment. A rude hut--built, however, after the most approved hunter fashion, with its back to the wind, and its front open to a cheerful fire--stood in a little grove of evergreens, ready to receive beneath its friendly shelter four boys, whom you could easily recognize as our old friends of the sailing and fishing frolics described in "THE YOUNG NATURALIST." We left them, after a hard day's work at fox-hunting--Archie asleep on the bed, and Frank seated in his easy chair, reading one of his favorite authors; while George and Harry, who had a quarter of a mile to go before they reached home, were walking slowly along the road, so weary that they could scarcely drag one foot after the other. To enable the reader to understand how we come to find them here in the woods, twenty miles from any human habitation, we must conduct him back to Lawrence, and relate a few incidents with which he is not acquainted.