"Well, Burr, any change today?" "Yes—a great one." "For better or worse?" "The road will be open for us tomorrow. She's dying." ...

"Ef yer strike that gal, by ther heavings erbove I'll send er bullet through yer skull or bury my knife in yer heart," and the speaker's ...

“Has Vance returned yet?” asked Jared Whitemore, a stout, florid-complexioned man of sixty-five, opening the door of his private office ...

“Crack! crack!” rang out the reports of two rifles over the calm bosom of the lake, and two canoes, about fifty rods apart, seemed to ...

The scene opens upon one of those great rivers of the West, in the country that Tecumseh claimed and fought for so gallantly. The forest ...

"I wonder what has become of that everlasting Yankee? He promised to meet me here at noon, yet I have stood here and seen the shadows of ...

"Haow dew yeou dew, cap.?" "Fine, yer honor; and how is yerself?" A tall, spare specimen of the backwoodsman, who was sitting by a ...

Mr. and Mrs. Craven Black, summoning the indispensable Mrs. Artress to a private conference, passed some hours in their own room in ...

“Stop!” A boy of some eighteen or nineteen years rushed frantically out upon a wharf bordering the harbor of Havana. “Hold on!” ...

"Their black hair, thick and lowering, Above their wild eyes hung, And about their frowning foreheads Like wreaths of night-shade ...

Frank Reade Jr. the inventor of many wonderful machines and whose fame was worldwide, sat in his study one day in September looking over ...

The hot Arkansas sun shone hotly down upon Dead-Man’s Forest, that vast, sleepy army of trees that silently overlooked acres of ...

It was a sultry, scorching day, on the banks of the river Gila—very sultry and silent. The sun in the zenith looked whitely down, and ...

Sir Harold Wynde, Baronet, was standing upon the pier head at Brighton, looking idly seaward, and watching the play of the sunset rays ...

“All aboard!” “All but passengers ashore.” The loud, stentorian voices of the officers of the magnificent palace steamer L’Orient, of ...

“Where’s McKay?” “Still absent with his Warm Springers. I do not expect him before midnight.” “And Artena?” “Dead or alive, she is ...

When it became noised that Frank Reade Jr. the distinguished inventor, was about to make a trip to the far West with his wonderful Steam ...

It was evening among the stately cottonwoods and poplars that lined the banks of the Maumee, and the dying day an August one in the year ...

Pontiac, the Ottawa, was dead! Yes, the fearless originator of the greatest Indian conspiracy on record had received a death blow at ...

From a cottage window, embowered in azure morning glories, a girl’s sweet voice sang blithely: “My heart with joy would thrill if you ...