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

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 ...

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 ...

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

The sun was sinking, a great fiery ball, in the leaden west, at the close of an autumn day, in the year 1804, when a solitary canoe ...

“Whoa!” The Command was spoken in a low tone to a majestic iron-gray horse. Instantly the fore-feet were plunged into the loose earth, ...

“Linchpin lost!—wheel off!—broke down!” In a dark little valley, lying nearly midway between Fort Sully and Deadwood, and not far from ...