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Agnes Christina Laut. The Freebooters of the Wilderness
The Freebooters of the Wilderness
Table of Contents
FOREWORD
PART I. THE MAN ON THE JOB
CHAPTER I. TO STRADDLE OR FIGHT
CHAPTER II. AN INTERLUDE THAT CAME UNANNOUNCED
CHAPTER III. THE CHALLENGE TO A LOSING FIGHT
CHAPTER IV. STACKING THE CARDS
CHAPTER V. THE CHOICE THAT COMES TO ALL MEN
CHAPTER VI. WHEREIN ONE PLAYS AN UNCONSCIOUS PART
CHAPTER VII. WHILE LAW MARKS TIME, CRIME SCORES
CHAPTER VIII. A VICTIM OF LAW’S DELAY
CHAPTER IX. RIGHT INTO MIGHT
CHAPTER X. THE HANDY MAN GETS BUSY
CHAPTER XI. SETTING OUT ON THE LONG TRAIL
CHAPTER XII. THE MAJESTY OF THE LAW VEILS ITSELF
CHAPTER XIII. THE MAN ON THE JOB
CHAPTER XIV. ON THE GAME TRAIL
CHAPTER XV. THE DESERT
CHAPTER XVI. BITTER WATERS
CHAPTER XVII. WHERE THE TRACKS ALL POINT ONE WAY
PART II. THE MAN HIGHER UP
CHAPTER XVIII. WITHOUT MALICE
CHAPTER XIX. BALLOTS FOR BULLETS
CHAPTER XX. A FAITH WORKABLE FOR MEN ON THE JOB
CHAPTER XXI. THE HAPPY AND TRIUMPHANT HOME-COMING
CHAPTER XXII. A DOWNY-LIPPED YOUTH IN GRAY FLANNELS
CHAPTER XXIII. IT AIN’T THE TRUTH I’M TELLIN’ YOU: IT’S ONLY WHAT I’VE HEERD
CHAPTER XXIV. I AM UNCLE SAM
CHAPTER XXV. THE QUESTION IS—WHICH UNCLE SAM?
CHAPTER XXVI. THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER XXVII. THE AWAKENING CONTINUED
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE UNITED STATES OF THE WORLD
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Agnes Christina Laut
Published by Good Press, 2021
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“See those settlers’ cabins at an angle of forty-five? Need a sheet anchor to keep ’em from sliding down the mountain! Fine farm land, isn’t it? Makes good timber chutes for the land looters! We’ve to pass and approve all homesteads in the National Forests. You may not know it; but those are homesteads. You ask Senator Moyese when he weeps crocodile tears ’bout the poor, poor homesteader run off by the Forest Rangers! If the homesteader got the profits, there’d be some excuse; but he doesn’t. He gets a hired man’s wages while he sits on the homestead; and when he perjures himself as to date of filing, he may get a five or ten extra, while your $40,000 claim goes to Mr. Fat-Man at a couple of hundreds from Uncle Sam’s timber limits; and the Smelter City Herald thunders about the citizen’s right to homestead free land, about the Federal Government putting up a fence to keep the settler off. That fellow—that fellow in the first shack can’t speak a word of English. Smelter brought a train load of ’em in here; and they’ve all homesteaded the big timbers, a thousand of ’em, foreigners, given homesteads in the name of the free American citizen. Have you seen anything about it in the newspaper? Well—I guess not. It isn’t a news feature. We’re all full up about the great migration to Canada. We like to be given a gold brick and the glad hand. Of course, they’ll farm that land. One man couldn’t clear that big timber for a homestead in a hundred years. Of course, they are not homesteading free timber for the big Smelter. Of course not! They didn’t loot the redwoods of California that way—two hundred thousand acres of ’em—seventy-five millions of a steal. Hm!’ ” muttered Wayland. “Calls himself Moyese—Moses! Senator Smelter! Senator Thief! Senator Beef Steer—”
She laughed. “I like your rage! Look! What’s that mountain behind the cabin doing?”
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