The Settler

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Whitaker Herman. The Settler

I. THE PARK LANDS

II. A DEPUTATION

III. THE TRAIL

IV. THE COYOTE SNAPS

V. JENNY

VI. THE SHADOW

VII. MR. FLYNN STEPS INTO THE BREACH

VIII. WHEN APRIL SMILED AGAIN

IX. THE DEVIL

X. FRICTION

XI. THE FROST

XII. THE BREAK

XIII. THE CAMP

XIV. THE RED TEAMSTER

XV. TRAVAIL

XVI. A HOUSE-PARTY

XVII – AND ITS FINALE

XVIII. THE PERSISTENCE OF THE ESTABLISHED

XIX. THE WAGES OF SIN

XX – IS DEATH

XXI. PERSECUTION

XXII. DENUNCIATION

XXIII. THE CHARIVARI

XXIV. WITHOUT THE PALE

XXV. THE SUNKEN GRADE

XXVI. WINNIPEG

XXVII. THE NATURE OF THE CINCH

XXVIII. THE STRIKE

XXIX. THE BLUFF

XXX. FIRE

XXXI. WHEREIN THE FATES SUBSTITUTE A CHANGE OF BILL

XXXII. THE TRAIL AGAIN

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Fifty miles in a day is big travel in the East, yet a team of northern ponies will, if the load be light, run it on three legs. The fourth, unless cinched with a kicking-strap, is likely to be in the buck-board half the time; but if the driver is good at dodging he need not use a strap.

Starting next morning at sunrise, Carter ran through the settlements, fed at the mission in the valley of the Assiniboin at noon, then, climbing out, he rattled south through the arid plains which cumber the earth from the river to Beaver Creek. There Vickery, the keeper of the stopping-house, yelled to him to put in and feed. He had not seen a man for two weeks, and his wells of speech were full to overflowing. But Carter shook denial. Far off a dark smudge rose from under the edge of the world – the smoke of the express, he thought. One would have believed it within a dozen miles, yet when, an hour later, he rattled into Lone Tree, it seemed no nearer than when first it impinged on the quivering horizon. This appearance, however, was deceptive as the first, for he had scarcely unhitched at the livery before an engine and two toy cars stole out from under the smudge.

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"You little devil!" Carter remonstrated, as he applied correctives in the form of quirt and spurs. "Rest don't suit your complaint. To-morrow you go on the mower."

"Hullo!" a voice cried from the darkness ahead. "Who's that cussing?"

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