Campmates: A Story of the Plains
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Munroe Kirk. Campmates: A Story of the Plains
Chapter I. A WEARY RIDE
Chapter II. A RUDE BAPTISM
Chapter III. A BOY WITHOUT A BIRTHDAY
Chapter IV "I JUST HATE TO STUDY."
Chapter V. SWIMMING INTO A FRIENDSHIP
Chapter VI. RECEIVING AN OFFER AND ACCEPTING IT
Chapter VII. ACROSS THE MISSISSIPPI
Chapter VIII. GLEN RUNS A LOCOMOTIVE
Chapter IX. KANSAS CITY IN EARLY DAYS
Chapter X. AT WORK WITH THE ENGINEER CORPS
Chapter XI. ALMOST TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Chapter XII. STARTING ACROSS THE PLAINS
Chapter XIII. BINNEY GIBBS AND HIS MULE
Chapter XIV. ON GUARD AT NIGHT
Chapter XV. THE SUSPICIOUS MOVEMENTS OF CERTAIN COYOTES
Chapter XVI. IN THE HANDS OF THE CHEYENNES
Chapter XVII. A CHEYENNE WAR-PARTY
Chapter XVIII. BUFFALO AND THEIR USES
Chapter XIX. GLEN'S ESCAPE FROM THE INDIANS
Chapter XX. A PRESENT THAT WOULD PLEASE ANY BOY
Chapter XXI. LAME WOLF, THE YOUNG CHEYENNE
Chapter XXII. GLEN AND BINNEY GET INTO TROUBLE
Chapter XXIII. FIGHTING THE FINEST HORSEMEN IN THE WORLD
Chapter XXIV. CROSSING THE QUICKSANDS
Chapter XXV. SWEPT AWAY BY A FRESHET
Chapter XXVI. RUNNING THE LINE
Chapter XXVII "COVERED WITH MUD AND GLORY."
Chapter XXVIII. LOST IN A MOUNTAIN SNOW-STORM
Chapter XXIX. PLUNGING INTO A LAKE OF ICE-WATER
Chapter XXX. DOWN THE LONELY CAÑON
Chapter XXXI. KIT CARSON'S GOLD MINE
Chapter XXXII. A NEW MEXICAN WEDDING
Chapter XXXIII. IN THE VALLEY OF THE RIO GRANDE
Chapter XXXIV. BAITING A WOLF-TRAP
Chapter XXXV. EL MORO
Chapter XXXVI. ZUÑI, THE HOME OF THE AZTECS
Chapter XXXVII. A PRACTICAL USE OF TRIGONOMETRY
Chapter XXXVIII. DYING OF THIRST IN THE DESERT
Chapter XXXIX. CROSSING THE SIERRA NEVADA
Chapter XL. A HOME AND TWO FATHERS
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There were others on that train equally weary with the young mother, and even more anxious; for they knew better than she the ever-present dangers of that water-soaked road-bed, and they bore the weight of a fearful responsibility.
The conductor, looking grave and careworn, started nervously at every lurch of more than ordinary violence, and kept moving uneasily from end to end of his train. He never passed the young mother and her sleeping babe without casting sympathetic glances at them. He had done everything possible for their comfort, but it was little enough that he could do, and for their sake, more than anything else, he wished the trip were ended.
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The sun had risen when the engine-driver, haggard, exhausted, with clothing torn and muddy, but holding the babe clasped tightly in his arms, staggered into the nearest farm-house, two miles back from the creek.
After his night of intense mental strain, the shock of the disaster, his plunge into the chilling waters, and his subsequent struggle to save the only surviving passenger of the train, it is not surprising that even Luke Matherson's strong frame yielded, and that for several weeks he was prostrated by a low fever. All this time the baby was kept at the farm-house with him, in order that he might be identified and claimed; but nobody came for him, nor were any inquiries made concerning the child. He was called "the Glen Eddy baby" by the few settlers of that sparsely populated region, who came to gaze at him curiously and pityingly. Thus those who cared for him gradually came to call him "Glen" for want of a better name; and, as the initials embroidered on the blanket saved with him were "G. E.," people soon forgot that Glen Eddy was not his real name.
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