Horses -- Juvenile literature
It was a warm September afternoon “down to the cape,” as the local phrase runs. The drowsy little hamlet consisted, first, of a small wooden railway station, not unlike an immense drygoods box in which some frugal-minded Yankee had cut holes to serve for a door and two windows...
It was a warm September afternoon “down to the cape,” as the local phrase runs. The drowsy little hamlet consisted, first, of a small wooden railway station, not unlike an immen...
2. did. He worked for old Wheeler, and I reckon most likely he starvedter death. He’d like to starve me if he could. But I guess I aint the starvin’ kind. I can git along somehow, and folks ’round here is pretty good to me.”
3. PART IIThe sun beat fiercely down upon the Cuban shore, and waves of hot air quivered above the sand. A short distance off shore the great transports swung quietly to their anchors in...
4. CHAPTER I“Good-by!” “Good-by!” “Hope you’ll have a good time!” “Merry Christmas beforehand!” “Happy New Year, too!” “Hope you’ll get _loads_ of pretty things, and no end of goodies which...
5. CHAPTER IIGoing straight to her own sanctum, she took the set of beautiful furs which poor Old Nick’s money had bought, put them carefully into her drawer, and locked it. Then, placing th...
6. CHAPTER IIIBut when the dealer had bought Nick he had known what he was about. Very little “doctoring” was required to bring the still handsome old horse up to “market shape” and palm him...
7. CHAPTER IVNext arose the question of getting Nick home, but Isabel had gone too far to retreat, nor did such a thought occur to her. Home Nick must go, and home he was going, and _she_ wa...