"A Fortune Hunter; Or, The Old Stone Corral: A Tale of the Santa Fe Trail" by John Dunloe Carteret. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
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John Dunloe Carteret. A Fortune Hunter; Or, The Old Stone Corral: A Tale of the Santa Fe Trail
A Fortune Hunter; Or, The Old Stone Corral: A Tale of the Santa Fe Trail
Table of Contents
A FORTUNE HUNTER:
OR,
THE OLD STONE CORRAL
Chapter I
Chapter II
COLONEL WARLOW'S STORY
Chapter III
COLONEL WARLOW'S STORY—CONTINUED
Chapter IV
COLONEL WARLOW'S STORY—CONTINUED
Chapter V
COLONEL WARLOW'S STORY—CONTINUED
Chapter VI
COLONEL WARLOW'S STORY—CONTINUED
Chapter VII
COLONEL WARLOW'S STORY—CONCLUDED
Chapter VIII
THE GRASSHOPPER RAID
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Chapter XIV
Chapter XV
Chapter XVI
Chapter XVII
Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX
A STRANGE THEORY
"OUR BODIES MAY BE TENANTED BY SOULS THAT HAVE LIVED BEFORE."
Chapter XX
Chapter XXI
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John Dunloe Carteret
Published by Good Press, 2019
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"In an angle of the old wall, where the murky shadows were deepest, the glow-worms burned in the damp grass, and the fire-flies glimmered incessantly. There I half fancied that I could see strange forms hovering; and when a figure flitted out into the moonlight, then was quickly lost again in the black shade of an aloe, I was startled for a moment; but concluding it was one of the peons belonging to the estate, I turned my eyes to again feast on the glorious view.
"There were numberless fountains pouring down their sheen of waters, that, after flashing a moment in the moonlight, rippled away in rivulets, which gurgled and sang as they leaped over the terraces in mimic cascades, where they joined the waters of the fairy-like lakes that slumbered in the grounds below. These tranquil sheets of water were the reservoirs which served to irrigate the vast estate, and were decked with floating gardens, on which were gilded arbors or lattices of white, with beds of bright-hued tropic flowers.
