The Ark of 1803: A Story of Louisiana Purchase Times

Marion Royce was down with the fever when he was helped aboard and the voyage resumed, and Jimmy took his place, in a measure, and there was no demur. Even Shadwell Lincoln show...

“There’s a bayou a little way below here that we can pole her into and lay her up,” said Marion. “Let go the hawsers. Lewis, you and Lincoln watch the cargo and the horses. Get...

The sun had risen before the crew of the ark finished their grim clearing of the decks and the skiff in which the outlaws had rowed out to attack the ark. There was no way of te...

“The boy means to make trouble,” he said to himself. But beyond the annoyance which would result from being obliged to refuse, if Jimmy got Uncle Amasa to plead for him, there s...

“You needn’t be scared!” Lewis exclaimed, for Moses was getting his rifle. “He’s somebody you know. Guess who he is! Guess! Guess! Hurry and guess—only you’ll never guess! And h...

On the same morning that Moses Ayer shot the “gobbler,” Marion Royce and his men came down from Big Bone Lick with their four sled loads of mammoth bones. The ark, however, was...

“One licking more likely,” said Lewis Hoyt. He grinned as he took the big smooth-faced chip from Moses and added his signature. “Here, Molly, it’s your turn. Remember, you want...

The adventure of Louis Gist was indeed a singular one. He had set his pole in the sandy bottom to help push the ark off, and he and Merrick and Kenton were pushing hard together...

Brush College was having its long deferred holiday. The candy and raisins had come from Marietta, and all the young people of the settlement, as well as most of the older ones,...

For a time the simple French habitants were mute with astonishment. Then an answering shout rose: “_Vive Napoleon! Vive la France!_” It was like putting a match to fireworks. An...

Never day dawned fairer than that following the tornado. Our arksmen, thankful to have escaped the fate of their fellow-voyagers, put off early, and at noon were passing Island...

The boys had never seen anything like this before—such horrible heads and faces—or heard such a din. The tightly-muzzled “Napoleon” rose on his haunches, rolling his eyes wildly...

“If you’re afraid to carry him, I’ll call Mose,” went on Charlie. “He’s hurt on the head. If it weren’t for that we could leave him over there by the fire till he sobers up. I w...

He went forward briskly. They might have come about the cabin to see if they could find anything in the traps. One of them might even have tumbled into a turkey trap. They did n...