Douglas Alan Captain. Under Canvas: or, The Hunt for the Cartaret Ghost
CHAPTER I. OUT FOR SHELL-BARKS
CHAPTER II. WHAT HAPPENED ON THE ROAD
CHAPTER III. NEAR THE HAUNT OF THE "SPOOKS"
CHAPTER IV "TO THE VICTORS BELONG THE SPOILS"
CHAPTER V. WHAT A SCOUT LEARNS
CHAPTER VI. LOOKING AROUND
CHAPTER VII. HARVEST TIME
CHAPTER VIII. HOW ELMER'S PLAN WORKED
CHAPTER IX. THE CAMPING OUT EXPEDITION
CHAPTER X. IN FOR A GLORIOUS TIME
CHAPTER XI. SACKING THE FOREST STORE-HOUSE
CHAPTER XII. THE MIDNIGHT VIGIL
CHAPTER XIII. A STRANGE FIGURE IN WHITE
CHAPTER XIV. TOLD AROUND THE CAMP FIRE
CHAPTER XV. THE BOOGIE OF THE TOWER
CHAPTER XVI. HOMEWARD BOUND – CONCLUSION
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"Hold her in, Toby!" George was heard to shout, as he floundered around in the midst of the gunny sacks, with the other two scouts straddling him half the time.
"Whoop! we ain't in thuch a hurry ath all that, Toby. Get a grip on the linth, Elmer, and help him pull. Oh! what a quack I got then on my head. I bet you I'll have a lump ath big ath a gooth egg! Quit clawing me, George; I can't help it if I do climb all over you. Look at the way the wagon thwings, would you?"
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"But how about the nut treeth, Toby, did the judge plant the thame when he wath trying to make a thut-in paradith for that pretty bride of hith?"
"That's just what he did, boys, so they told me," Toby continued, readily consenting to be squeezed for information; "he planted a whole lot of chestnuts, walnuts and shell-bark hickories that have been growing for several dozen years. They're busting big trees, and just breaking down with the finest crop ever known, and with never a single fellow brave enough up to this time to go there and gather the harvest. Why, when I heard what that man had to say about it, I was fairly wild to be off. And believe me, boys, we'll make the eyes of the other fellows stick out of their heads like fun when they see what an enormous supply of nuts we've gathered for next winter around the fire. Yum! yum! I always did say that a plate of red-cheeked apples, a dish of fresh popped corn, and a pocketful of nuts beats all creation on a stormy night, winter times."
