Category: Historical Novels
The sun was hanging low in the clear blue over the prairie, as two riders hurried their ponies along a blind trail toward a distant range of purple hills that lay like sleepy watchers along the banks of the Red River.
"Monsieur is expeditious! Monsieur is zealous. C'est bon; c'est bon; merci, Monsieur." And the miscreant walked about delirious with his gratification. Then he came over to wher...
7. Chapter 7When they awoke the sun was up, the mists had rolled out of the hollow, and every bush and blade of grass glittered as if set in diamonds. Hard by the tent ran a little brook, l...
8. Chapter 8ANNETTE with a tear in the corner of each eye, and Julie at her side, rode on till the two came within sight of the shining waters of the indolent Saskatchewan. As they rode lei...
6. Chapter 6We left Annette and her little companion speeding along the banks of the Saskatchewan bound for Pitt. They dare not come near the stockades, for the Indians had invested the hig...
5. Chapter 5When Annette parted from Captain Stephens and his companions, she returned homeward through a region of the prairie over which lay no trail. She approached her cottage with nois...
2. Chapter 2The sun was hanging low in the clear blue over the prairie, as two riders hurried their ponies along a blind trail toward a distant range of purple hills that lay like sleepy wa...
4. Chapter 4"I call you to stop," replied the horseman, riding up close to the girl, and pushing back his hat. "_I_ do. Look and see if you know me?" Full well she knew who the interceptor...
9. Chapter 9Ah! can it be that the swan sings, and soothes through the night the maiden with its song, when the lover is in the toils that jealousy and hate have set!
3. Chapter 3"Why should he think that I loved Captain Stephens?" the girl murmured, as a soft tinge of crimson stole into her cheek. "I am sure that I behaved in no way to him, that a girl...
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