The monster-hunters

“You don’t want much,” was his father’s half-humorous reply, as he folded the newspaper so that he could read the next column with more ease. After a few moments, pursuing the s...

“I didn’t know, myself, for a few minutes,” was the reply. “I dropped in my tracks, right there. A couple of the fellows picked me up, though, as soon as I began to feel a littl...

“I don’t know about catching a unicorn,” the old merchant said, with more than a trace of amused understanding in his tone, “but there’s a big chance that you’ve caught a cold!...

For the next two days Perry was kept busily at work on his examinations, for, as his father had suggested, it was on ship-board that the boy’s uncle felt the time to be most opp...

“One of the Seven Wonders of the World stood there, Perry,” said the lad’s uncle, as the steamer came into the port of Alexandria, pointing to a small mosque with lofty pointing...

The sun was high before Mad Quinward awoke, Perry staying beside him faithfully. The news of the great picture had spread, and when the artist roused himself, he found himself t...

It was with great excitement and not a little pride that Perry came racking up to the camp. He held up the Dorcas gazelle as he approached, and even in the dusk the slender horn...

Triumph beamed from every corner of the boy’s face at dinner that evening, as the professor, usually so subdued, fairly gloated with delight over the finding of the Moeritherium...

Almost two years to a day from the time that the sand-storm struck the caravan on its way home from Ghizeh, Mr. Hunt, the old merchant, looked up from his morning mail at the br...

“Which it’s none o’ my funeral,” said a voice over Antoine’s shoulder, as he stood on the platform of a small station in Wyoming, waiting for Perry’s arrival, “an’ if you turns...

“It seems as though my coming had brought good luck,” said Perry, joyously, when, all the baggage question settled, he started with Antoine on the trail that led to the camp at...