A Volunteer with Pike

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Robert Ames Bennet. A Volunteer with Pike

A Volunteer with Pike

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A Volunteer with Pike

The True Narrative of One Dr. John Robinson and of His Love for the Fair Señorita Vallois

CHAPTER I

THE ROSE IN THE MIRE

CHAPTER II

PLAIN THOMAS JEFFERSON

CHAPTER III

AT THE PRESIDENT'S HOUSE

CHAPTER IV

SEÑORITA ALISANDA

CHAPTER V

GULF AND BARRIER

CHAPTER VI

THE WEB OF THE PLOTTER

CHAPTER VII

SHIP AND CREW

CHAPTER VIII

THE HOSPITABLE BLENNERHASSETS

CHAPTER IX

MY INDIAN TALE

"We swung out into the current and drifted swiftly away"

CHAPTER X

THE FATHER OF WATERS

CHAPTER XI

GENERAL WILKINSON

CHAPTER XII

AU REVOIR

CHAPTER XIII

AGAINST THE CURRENT

CHAPTER XIV

THE LURE

CHAPTER XV

THE PAWNEE PERIL

CHAPTER XVI

THE BARRIER OF ROCK

CHAPTER XVII

THE GRAND PEAK

"'The Grand Peak!' I shouted. 'We'll name it for you'"

CHAPTER XVIII

FAMINE AND FROST

CHAPTER XIX

BEYOND THE BARRIER

CHAPTER XX

A MESSAGE TO MY LADY

CHAPTER XXI

HO FOR CHIHUAHUA!

CHAPTER XXII

GLIMPSES OF FATE

CHAPTER XXIII

THE HOUSE OF VALLOIS

CHAPTER XXIV

THE SERENADE

CHAPTER XXV

A VICTORY

CHAPTER XXVI

A DEFEAT

CHAPTER XXVII

HEART TO HEART

CHAPTER XXVIII

A SPANISH BALL

CHAPTER XXIX

THE INSULT

CHAPTER XXX

THE DUEL

"He fell like a steer: my swordblade broke clean off, a span beyond the hilt"

CHAPTER XXXI

MY CROSS

CHAPTER XXXII

THE MESSAGE

CHAPTER XXXIII

IMPRESSED

CHAPTER XXXIV

SHAME

CHAPTER XXXV

UNDER THE LASH

CHAPTER XXXVI

ACROSS THE GULF

THE END

BY MR. BENNET

Into the Primitive

A daring story of shipwreck and "the survival of the fittest." For the White Christ

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Robert Ames Bennet

The True Narrative of One Dr. John Robinson and of His Love for the Fair Señorita Vallois

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Of the dress itself I can only say that it was of scarlet sarsenet, covered in part by an overdrape of silver spangles on white crêpe, and, in compliance with the Empire mode, cut low enough in the waist to expose her dazzling shoulders and bosom. Her arms, rounding up from the small hands and slender wrists as if carved from new ivory, were bare to the bows of black ribbon on her shoulders. Close about her perfect throat, in place of the usual ruffs, was a double string of black pearls. Notwithstanding the universal acceptance of the new fashions, I had great pleasure in the fact that she had not sacrificed her beautiful hair for a wig.

But, needless to say, I gave slight heed to her dress. My fascinated eyes dropped their gaze to the little arched foot which peeped from beneath the raised front of her dress, snugly cased in its diamond-buckled slipper of scarlet satin. The foot drew back out of view, and I looked up in time to catch a faint tinge of pink beneath the clear ivory of my lady's cheeks. Her look was, if possible, more haughty than before. Yet, emboldened by that faint blush and the intoxication of her beauty, I met her gaze with such a glow in my steel-gray eyes that this time it was hers that lowered.

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