The Trail of the Axe: A Story of Red Sand Valley
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Cullum Ridgwell. The Trail of the Axe: A Story of Red Sand Valley
CHAPTER I. DAVE
CHAPTER II. A PICNIC IN THE RED SAND VALLEY
CHAPTER III. AFFAIRS IN MALKERN
CHAPTER IV. DICK MANSELL'S NEWS
CHAPTER V. JIM TRUSCOTT RETURNS
CHAPTER VI. PARSON TOM INTERFERES
CHAPTER VII. THE WORK AT THE MILLS
CHAPTER VIII. AT THE CHURCH BAZAAR
CHAPTER IX. IN DAVE'S OFFICE
CHAPTER X. AN AUSPICIOUS MEETING
CHAPTER XI. THE SUMMER RAINS
CHAPTER XII. THE OLD MILLS
CHAPTER XIII. BETTY DECIDES
CHAPTER XIV. THE MILLS
CHAPTER XV. BETTY TAKES COVER
CHAPTER XVI. DISASTER AT THE MILL
CHAPTER XVII. THE LAST OF THE SAWYER
CHAPTER XVIII. FACE TO FACE
CHAPTER XIX. IN THE MOUNTAINS
CHAPTER XX. THE CHURCH MILITANT
CHAPTER XXI. AN ADVENTURE IN THE FOG
CHAPTER XXII. TERROR IN THE MOUNTAINS
CHAPTER XXIII. THE RED TIDE OF ANARCHY
CHAPTER XXIV. IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
CHAPTER XXV. MASON'S PRISONER
CHAPTER XXVI. TO THE LUMBER CAMP
CHAPTER XXVII. AT BAY
CHAPTER XXVIII. DAVE – THE MAN
CHAPTER XXIX. THE END OF THE STRIKE
CHAPTER XXX. IN THE DUGOUT
CHAPTER XXXI. AT MIDNIGHT
CHAPTER XXXII. TWO MEN – AND A WOMAN
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Summer, at the foot of the Canadian Rockies, sets in suddenly. There are no dreary days of damp and cold when the east wind bites through to the bones and chills right down to the marrow. One moment all is black, dead; the lean branches and dead grass of last year make a waste of dreary decay. Watch. See the magic of the change. The black of the trees gives way to a warming brown; the grass, so sad in its depression, suddenly lightens with the palest hue of green. There is at once a warmth of tone which spreads itself over the world, and gladdens the heart and sets the pulses throbbing with renewed life and hope. Animal life stirs; the insect world rouses. At the sun's first smile the whole earth wakens; it yawns and stretches itself; it blinks and rubs its eyes, and presently it smiles back. The smile broadens into a laugh, and lo! it is summer, with all the world clad in festal raiment, gorgeous in its myriads of changing color-harmonies.
It was on such a day in the smiling valley of the Red Sand River that Betty Somers held her school picnic. There were no shadows to mar the festivities she had arranged. The sky was brilliant, cloudless, and early in the season as it was, the earth was already beginning to crack and parch under the fiery sun.
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Then relief came from an unexpected quarter. There was a sharp crackling of bush just above where they sat and the scrunch of crushing pine cones trodden under foot, and Jim Truscott stepped on to the bridge.
"Ah, here you are at last. My word, but I had a job to find you."
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