Two Wyoming Girls and Their Homestead Claim: A Story for Girls

I had not been very polite to Mr. Horton before that morning, but when he made the abrupt declaration that he had made a fool of himself long enough, I was civil enough to refra...

In spite of obliterating rain, there were plenty of fresh cattle tracks along and by the side of the trail. It did not necessarily follow that any of the tracks were made by our...

Joe came home the next day, and his indignation, when Jessie told him of the fire, and of the manner--presumably--in which it originated, was nearly as scorching as the fire its...

"Raining again!" she exclaimed, setting the dish down emphatically. "It seems to me that it has rained every day this spring. When it hasn't poured here in the valley, it has mo...

Mrs. Horton and Jessie walked around the house to the bed-room window, and stood surveying the pile of rubbish beneath it, wondering greatly why a fire should break out in that...

We were saved, but my heart swelled with grief and anger, as, creeping out from our shelter, I stood up and looked down on what had so lately been a field of waving grain, ripe...

The plowing was done--had been done for some days, indeed--and the time set for our offering final proof was close at hand. But Jessie and I, going about our household tasks wit...

Crusoe was the generic name of the collection of rough shanties that clustered about and among the various shaft-houses. Not all of the mines had attained to the dignity of shaf...

Our pressing financial problem was so constantly in my thoughts that now, in my weariness, I found myself unable to dismiss it. We had collected some money, but not enough--not...

The cows broke out of the corral that night, and it took so long to hunt them up, get them back into the corral, and milk them, that it was quite the middle of the day when I wa...

It was a full month after the mine accident, and things had settled back as nearly into the old routine as was possible with the head of the household gone. I doubt if Jessie an...

Joe went at the plowing the next morning and kept at it with dogged perseverance for several days. Jessie and I, busy with the sewing, at first paid little attention to him, but...

It was the day but one after our exciting trip to the Water Storage Reservoir when, as we were busy about our usual work, our attention was attracted by a loud voice at the gate...

"He said that my best plan--for it must go in my name, now--is to get to town to-morrow before Mr. Horton does, explain to the agent about father's death--he must have heard of...

"Chillen's, dere's lots ob blackberries on de hill above de w'eat fiel'," Joe stopped to remark, as he was about starting for the blacksmith shop with the reaper, the next morning.

At the sound of Guard's voice, regardless of caution, and waiting only to raise the hammer of the rifle that I held ready in my hand, I ran forward. Guard evidently had his eyes...

I had never been left entirely without human companionship before, not even for a night, and I soon began to wonder at the amount of loneliness that can be compressed into a few...

It was, apart from the pecuniary relief that his coming had brought us, a great satisfaction to have old Joe again with us. Remembering his habit of not speaking until he was, a...

The wagon-box was piled high with the last of our cantaloupe crop. Jessie and I had risen at daylight to pull them. We had been careful to leave a vacant space in the front of t...

The horses trotted along briskly for a few miles, but they were tired from two days of hard work, and, in spite of their eagerness to reach home, their pace slackened. I did not...

Sooner than I had expected, despite my anxiety, the ravine widened, the encroaching walls became lower, the light stronger, and, in a moment more, I came out on a wide, park-lik...

The Hortons' place was some five miles below ours, if one followed the main road, but they were often passing the house on their way to and from the little country store and pos...

Joe glanced at the clock as we re-entered the house, after the cart had disappeared down the road. "Now, if yo' gits right to bed, Leslie, chile, yo's gwine git right sma'ht ob...

I had not looked for Jessie and Ralph to return before night, but the article that I had found was scarcely hidden when, chancing to glance down the road, I saw Mr. Horton's tea...

Mr. Horton was returning to the charge when I eagerly caught at an opportunity that now presented itself, of speeding his departure. He was standing with his back to the open do...

Rutledge was standing by the windlass as the cage drew slowly up into the light. The men sprang out, not forgetting to lift me out with them, and the superintendent craned his n...