The Indian Scout: A Story of the Aztec City
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Gustave Aimard. The Indian Scout: A Story of the Aztec City
CHAPTER I. THE SURPRISE
CHAPTER II. THE GUEST
CHAPTER III. A NIGHT CONFERENCE
CHAPTER IV. INDIANS AND HUNTERS
CHAPTER V. MUTUAL EXPLANATIONS
CHAPTER VI. A DARK HISTORY
CHAPTER VII. A DARK HISIORY CONTINUED
CHAPTER VIII. A DARK HISTORY CONCLUDED
CHAPTER IX. BRIGHTEYE AND MARKSMAN
CHAPTER X. FRESH CHARACTERS
CHAPTER XI. THE FORD OF THE RUBIO
CHAPTER XII. DON STEFANO COHECHO
CHAPTER XIII. THE AMBUSCADE
CHAPTER XIV. THE TRAVELLERS
CHAPTER XV. RECALLED TO LIFE
CHAPTER XVI. THE SEARCH AFTER TRUTH
CHAPTER XVII. DON MARIANO
CHAPTER XVIII. BEFORE THE TRIAL
CHAPTER XIX. FACE TO FACE
CHAPTER XX. THE JUDGMENT
CHAPTER XXI. BRIGHTEYE
CHAPTER XXII. THE CAMP
CHAPTER XXIII. FLYING EAGLE
CHAPTER XXIV. QUIEPAA TANI
CHAPTER XXV. A TRIO OF VILLAINS
CHAPTER XXVI. A HUNT ON THE PRAIRIE
CHAPTER XXVII. A HUNT ON THE PRAIRIE – (concluded)
CHAPTER XXVIII. RED SKINS AND WHITE
CHAPTER XXIX. THE COUNCIL
CHAPTER XXX. THE SECOND DETACHMENT
CHAPTER XXXI. THE TLACATEOTZIN.9
CHAPTER XXXII. THE FIRST WALK IN THE CITY
CHAPTER XXXIII. EXPLANATORY
CHAPTER XXXIV. CONVERSATIONAL
CHAPTER XXXV. THE INTERVIEW
CHAPTER XXXVI. A MEETING
CHAPTER XXXVII. COMPLICATIONS
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A WALK IN THE DARK
CHAPTER XXXIX. THE GREAT MEDICINE
CHAPTER XL. THE FINAL STRUGGLE
THE EPILOGUE
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It was towards the end of May, 1855, in one of the least visited parts of the immense prairies of the Far West, and at a short distance from the Rio Colorado del Norte, which the Indian tribes of those districts call, in their language so full of imagery, "The endless river with the golden waves."
The night was profoundly dark. The moon, which had proceeded two-thirds of its course, displayed between the lofty branches of the trees her pallid face; and the scanty rays of vacillating light scarce brought out the outlines of the abrupt and stern scenery. There was not a breath in the air, not a star in the sky. A silence of death brooded over the desert – a silence only interrupted, at long intervals, by the sharp barking of the coyotes in search of prey, or the savage miaulings of the panthers and jaguars at the watering place.
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"My name is Don Miguel Ortega."
"And mine, Don Stefano Cohecho."
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