"There's no use talkin', Siwash," and Pecos Jones leaned disgustedly back against the earth wall of the dugout; "he's got one o' these ...

War! Oh! how much misery is expressed in that one word! It tells its own tale of woe, of blood, of broken hearts and desolated homes, of ...

"Woosh!" "Fo' de lan' sakes!" Then followed a bump, a clatter of displaced stones, and sounds of a fall. When quiet once more ensued, ...

"Do you know what you're doing, John?" "If I didn't, Ollie, I wouldn't be doing it. I'm not one of these fellows who take a jump in the ...

The ship Maxwell, Captain Roberts, homeward bound from Australia to New York, was bowling along upon her course under full sail. It was ...

One fine October afternoon, in the year 1880, a sailboat might have been seen gliding serenely over the waters of Lake Okeechobee, in t...

"What next?" Not often does a boy put that question to himself and receive an answer as quickly as Motor Matt received his. The king ...

"Great spark plugs!" "Strike me lucky!" "Py shiminy Grismus!" There were three surprised and excited boys on the rounded deck of the ...

"We have finished repainting the ship, Captain Ichi." "Very good, lieutenant." "What flag shall we fly?" "Where are we?" "Off Cape ...

"'Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, policeman, plowboy, gentleman—' Adelaide Lefroy, lift your lovely head, my dear; you're to marry a ...

The scene opens in the Far West. In the forest the evening’s gloom already was settling, though here and there, through some narrow ...

"Look at the chart, Dick. Unless I'm off in my reckoning, those blue things in the distance, that look like clouds, are the mountains of ...

Carl Pretzel was singing. If anyone with an ear for music had heard him they might have guessed that he was selling fish, or buying old ...

"Motor Matt!" "What is it, captain?" "We are in St. George's Bay, ten miles from the Port of Belize, British Honduras. Two days ago, ...

Originally published: December 24, 1892 Genres: Science Fiction, Western Dime Novel Bibliography: https://dimenovels.org/Item/18986/Show...

"Hold up yer hands thar, ye varmints. Ef his hair air gray I kin swar this chile's hand air as steddy and his eye as sure az they war ...

There is a speed limit for automobiles in the City of New Orleans, but a certain red touring car on this Wednesday morning gave little ...

All the clocks of the great, thronged city clanged out the hour of midnight from their hoarse, brazen throats simultaneously, and as the ...

"Dead!" Leslie Noble reels backward, stunned by the shuddering horror of that one word—"Dead!" The stiff, girlish characters of the ...

"Py shiminy grickets!" "Well, strike me lucky!" "Can I pelieve vat I see mit my eyes, Tick, or haf I got der plind shtaggers?" "I'm ...