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

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

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 ...

“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 ...

Hush! Is that a footstep coming up the canyon? It came nearer and nearer, and a man of strange appearance suddenly stepped into view, ...

“Indios—Indios bravos!” yelled Manuel Navaja, as he discharged his escopette full at the glowing disk of old Sol; then dropping it, he ...

“Who fired that gun?” demanded Captain Parks, as he turned around and faced his terrified black man, Pompey. “Hang me, if I don’t ...

In the center of a thickly-wooded dell, situated about three miles from the southern shore of Lake Superior, a half-breed youth, clad in ...

It was now quite late in the afternoon, and Fred Wainwright reined up his Mustang, and from his position took a survey of the ...

It was a beautiful scene. Not a cloud marred the vast blue dome of heaven. Autumn reigned supreme in the Lone Star State, where brave ...

“Bah! for my part, I believe it sheer nonsense—nothing but a hoax.” “So said I until lately; but now I know there is something in it.” ...

A small apartment, walled with rough logs, and blackened by smoke. A substantial fire burns in an uncouth but serviceable fireplace, ...

Mid-afternoon of an oppressively hot and sultry day, in the year ’54. We call the reader’s attention to a scene, that, if not romantic, ...

The scene of our story is laid in the great North-west. It was a bleak, windy day in November. The shrill blasts wailed through the ...

The surveying party was camped upon the banks of the Columbia River, a short distance from the mouth of its confluent, the Yakima. This ...

“I’ve had a pretty good tramp today, that’s sartin!” Such was the exclamation of a tall, gaunt, ungainly hunter,—Joe Napyank, as he ...