Jim: The Story of a Backwoods Police Dog

“Well, he looked up into the big maple overhead. Then I saw where Black Dan had gone to. He’d jumped (that’s why the boot-print was so heavy), an’ caught that there branch, an’...

Upon his first glimpse of the man, lying there dead and covered with blood, he felt a sharp pang of sorrow. He had liked Tony. But the pang passed, as he began to understand. If...

“No, I ain’t worryin’ much,” agreed the Deputy, with a confident grin, “now I know Jim ain’t goin’ to lose a leg. As for Black Dan’s gittin’ away, well, I’ve got me own notions...

At length he went over to the body, and lifted it gently. The coat and shirt were soaked with blood, and showed marks of a fierce struggle. Blackstock opened the shirt, and foun...

One day there arrived at Brine’s Rip Mills, driving in a smart trap which looked peculiarly unsuited to the rough backwoods roads, an imposing gentleman who wore a dark green Ho...

Racing along the open edge of the river where it was possible, tearing fiercely through thicket and underbrush where rapids or rocks made the river’s edge impassable, the great...

But at this point, when he was so near his goal, that Fate which had always loved to juggle with him decided to show him a new one of her tricks. Two more monsters appeared, div...

One swarthy, keen-featured, slim-waisted, half-Indian-looking fellow, with the shapely hands and feet that mark so many of the Indian mixed-bloods, was sitting on a bale of home...

PAGE Jim, the Story of a Backwoods Police Dog 7 I. How Woolly Billy Came to Brine’s Rip 9 II. The Book Agent and the Buckskin Belt 32 III. The Hole in the Tree 65 IV. The Trail...

Having slept the day through in his snug burrow, in the underbrush which fringed the forest edge of the clearing, he had come forth into the dewy twilight equipped with a fine a...