Category: Historical Novels
Nat, The Trapper and Indian-Fighter
Toward noon of a pleasant June day, 18—, a man, mounted on a powerful animal of the mustang breed, was riding slowly over the plain, some distance south-east of the great South Pass.
Chapters
7. CHAPTER VII.
They had an exciting chase, and brought down several fine animals, from which they elected a considerable quantity of the choicest portions, and then prepared to start for the c...
5. CHAPTER V.“Total darkness down here, isn’t there?” said Kent, putting out his hand to see how wide the passage was, and finding hard walls within a foot of where he stood.
6. CHAPTER VI.Her head is supported on her hand, a look of deep sadness overspreads her features, and her soft, dark eyes are full of tears. It is Marion Verne, who, since the night of her ca...
8. CHAPTER VIII.It was the morning of the fourth day since the Indians had discovered the cave. The beleaguered whites had repeatedly endeavored to reach the opening in the last cavern, and had...
3. CHAPTER III.“Blarst thar durned painted hides! I wish they’d shot an’ skulped me, ’fore they left me in sich a trap as this. Been here tew nights an’ one day, an’ am like tew be here, an’ m...
12. CHAPTER XII.In the midst of a lovely garden stands a fine white house, whose shady piazza is overrun with climbing roses and scarlet creepers. Large trees throw their cool shadows over the...
1. CHAPTER I.Toward noon of a pleasant June day, 18—, a man, mounted on a powerful animal of the mustang breed, was riding slowly over the plain, some distance south-east of the great South...
9. CHAPTER IX.Intensely delighted they were soon ready, and in half an hour Vic thought it was dark enough to start. Accordingly they left the scene of their troubles, and threaded the damp p...
4. CHAPTER IV.Vic and Kent followed, leaving the quaking Scip behind, and soon arrived at the edge of the wood, in view of the emigrants, who were running hither and thither in the wildest co...
10. CHAPTER X.“Wal,” said Wild Nat, “I shouldn’t be s’prised ef he warn’t more’n a hundred miles off. A grizzly ain’t a very nice playthin’. I could tell some yarns about ’em thet would make...
2. CHAPTER II.The sun was just visible above the burnished peaks of the Rocky Mountains, and its slanting rays rested like a halo on the tops of the trees forming a pleasant grove near the Sw...
11. CHAPTER XI.It was dark—so dark that they were in some danger of encountering foes, or making some noise that might betray them; but, the dexterity of the old trapper carried them safely to...