Western stories

Bransford in Arcadia

"When I bend my head low and listen at the ground, I can hear vague voices that I used to know, Stirring in dim places, faint and restless sound; I remember how it was when the grass began to grow."

Chapters

1. CHAPTER I

"When I bend my head low and listen at the ground, I can hear vague voices that I used to know, Stirring in dim places, faint and restless sound; I remember how it was when the...

2. CHAPTER II

"So are you!" she retorted. "Why, that is exactly what I was thinking! I thought maybe I was asleep and having an extraordinary dream. That wound on your head is not serious, if...

3. CHAPTER III

"Well, sir, this here feller, he lit a cigarette an' throwed away the match, an' it fell in a powder kaig; an' do you know, more'n half that powder burned up before they could p...

4. CHAPTER IV

A hypotenuse, as has been well said, is the longest side of a right-angled triangle. There is no need for details. That we are all familiar with the use of this handy little art...

5. CHAPTER V

It lacked little of the eleventh hour when the football player reached the ballroom--last comer to the revels. A bandage round his head and a rubber noseguard, which also hid hi...

6. CHAPTER VI

"Then the moon shone out so broad and good That the barn-fowl crowed: And the brown owl called to his mate in the wood _That a dead man lay in the road!_"

7. CHAPTER VII

That the master's eye is worth two servants had ever been Lake's favorite maxim. He had not yet gone to bed when the message reached him, where he kept his masterly eye on the p...

8. CHAPTER VIII

"Now ... how did Buttinski's noseguard get into this bank? That's what I'd like to know," said Billy to the doorknob, when the other committeemen had gone their ways. "I didn't...

9. CHAPTER IX

Hue and cry, hubbub and mystery, swept the Isle of Arcady that morning, but the most painstaking search and query proved fruitless. It developed beyond doubt that the football m...

10. CHAPTER X

"The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a head unless there was a body to cut it off from; that he had never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn't goin...

11. CHAPTER XI

Double Mountain lies lost in the desert, dwarfed by the greatness all about. Its form is that of a crater split from north to south into irregular halves. Through that narrow cl...

12. CHAPTER XII

As the curtain rose to the flying echoes Long stepped to the edge of the dump, frying-pan in hand, and sent back an answering shout in the startled high note of a lonely man tak...

13. CHAPTER XIII

When the sun peeped over Rainbow Range, Captain Griffith bent over Tobe Long's bed. His eyes were aching, burned and sunken; the lids twitched; his face was haggard and drawn--b...

14. CHAPTER XIV

Just after dark a horseman with a led horse came jogging round the mountain on the trail from Escondido. On the led horse was a pack bound rather slouchily, not to a packsaddle,...

15. CHAPTER XV

"I'm not speaking of her and I'm not going to," protested Gibson, in a changed tone. "I'll promise! My horse is failing, Jeff. I rode hard and fast from Escondido. Your horse ca...

16. CHAPTER XVI

Los Baños de Santa Eulalia Del Norte, otherwise known as Mud Springs, is a Mexican hamlet with one street of about the same length. Los Baños and Co. lies in a loop of the Rio G...

17. CHAPTER XVII

I took my hat, I took my coat, My load I settled fair, I approached that awful incubus With an absent-minded air-- And I walked directly through him As if he wasn't there!"

18. CHAPTER XVIII

"Helen's lips are drifting dust; Ilion is consumed with rust; All the galleons of Greece Drink the ocean's dreamless peace; Lost was Solomon's purple show Restless centuries ago...