Frank in the Woods
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Castlemon Harry. Frank in the Woods
CHAPTER I. The Encampment
CHAPTER II. An Unpleasant Companion
CHAPTER III. An Indian Hunt
CHAPTER IV. THE “OLE SETTLER”
CHAPTER V. The Fight in the Woods
CHAPTER VI. The White Buck
CHAPTER VII. A Midnight Attack
CHAPTER VIII. A Couple of New Pets
CHAPTER IX. Close Quarters with a Grizzly
CHAPTER X. A Beaver Hunt
CHAPTER XI. Breaking up a Moose-Pen
CHAPTER XII. The Moose Shows his Qualities
CHAPTER XIII. The Black Mustang
CHAPTER XIV. A Brush with the Greasers
CHAPTER XV. Caught at Last
CHAPTER XVI. The Lost Wagon-Train
CHAPTER XVII. The Struggle in the Cave
CHAPTER XVIII. End of the Trapper and Black Mustang
CHAPTER XIX. The Indians Again
CHAPTER XX. The Journey Homeward
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“ IT was one bright evening, in the fall of 18 – ,” said my uncle, “while I was traveling on horseback through the northern part of Missouri, that I reined up before a pleasant little tavern, where I purposed to stop for the night. The landlord, a bustling little Englishman, soon had supper ready for me, and as I had not eaten a mouthful since morning, I sat down to it with a most ravenous appetite, and ate until I began to feel ashamed of myself, and finally stopped, not because I was satisfied, but because I had eaten every thing on the table, and did not wish to call for more. As I was rising from the table, the hostler entered the room, and said:
“‘What be the matter with your ’orse, sir? He be so lame he can ’ardly walk?’
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“‘Ah, my chicken, you little thought that you had Giles Barlow for a passenger. I’ll just quietly douse your glim, and take what money and other little valuables you may have, to pay your traveling expenses to the other world.’
“As he spoke, he bent over and drew out of his knapsack a long, shining bowie-knife, and, after trying its edge with his thumb, rose slowly to his feet. In an instant, I threw aside my cloak, and, supporting myself on my elbow, I raised my revolver, and took a quick, steady aim at his breast. He uttered a cry of surprise, but without hesitating a moment, threw himself forward. But the sharp report of the revolver echoed through the woods, and the robber sank back into the canoe, dead.
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