Originally Published: September, 1867 Genres: Western Dime Novel Bibliography: https://dimenovels.org/Item/20281/Show Gutenberg link:...

"Your cayuse is quiet as a lamb now, isn't he, Jo," inquired Jim. "He ought to be by this time," I replied. "You wouldn't expect him to ...

“Say, boys, just listen to that racket!” It was Jack Diamond who spoke, and he addressed Frank Merriwell and several others of his ...

"Well, that's a pretty nervy piece of business!" It was Frank Merriwell who spoke the words, more to himself than to anyone else. ...

As the 11:30 A. M. express train from New York was speeding toward the fisher village of Wrightstown, one of the passengers went out on ...

Toot! "What's the mischief?" cried the fireman. He sprung to his box and looked ahead, and in the center of the track, where the train ...

“Hurrah for Oregon! says I. That’s the place for Denny, and mesilf is the boy who is bound to have a good shlice av the fine lands, and ...

It wanted an hour or two of sunset on a lovely evening in the latter part of September, when a single horseman might have been seen ...

On a tributary of the Yellowstone River, and near to the Bighorn Mountains, there stood, at the time our story opens, a cabin. Though ...

The clear ring of an ax was echoing through the arches of a forest, three-quarters of a century ago; and an athletic man was swinging ...

“Mr. Ridgway, ma’am.” The young woman who was giving the last touches to the very effective picture framed in her long looking glass ...

Crack—crack! Though faint and far away, there could be no mistaking these sharp, spiteful reports for other than the voice of rifles. ...

Among the earliest settlements of Kentucky was that which figures in our story. At the time of the following events, it contained some ...

"I say, stranger, did you see anything of a confounded big b'ar passing this way?" The question was uttered by Davy Crockett, the ...

"Annie, girl, who is that coming up the spring path? Ah me! I fear my old eyes are beginning to fail me at last!" "Coming up the—ugh! ...

"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 ...

“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 ...