Beadle's Pocket Library (no. 271) (1889 03 20)
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‘ke : h =P e a a WANA, ARAL, NEAT st it Vt i tH N 0 O71 2.50 Published Weekly by Beadle and Adams, Price, Vol XXI ' , ‘ ' a Year, No, 98 WILLIAM Sz., New York. Five Cents, EBONY JIM THRUST HIS HAND THROUGH TAP FOLIAGH, AND, SEIZING THE LOQUACIOUS O’FLYNN BY THE NECK, JERKED HIM FROM THE GROUND.
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2 Ebony Jim’s Terror. Ebony Jim’s Terror; RANGER RAINBOLT’S RUSE, BY OLL COOMES, AUTHOR OF “LITTLE FOXEYE,” ‘‘ SHARP SHOOT MIKE,” ETC., ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. THE VILLAIN’S PLOT. In fifteen minutes, the emigrant train on the Union Pacific Railroad was to leave the depot at Omaha, going West. Two men, evidently waiting for the train, might have been seen pacing to and fro upon the station platform in close conversation. The oldest of the two was apparently forty ears-of age. He was of medium hight and uild, with steel-gray eyes, sharp and brilliant. His hair, which was cut closely to a well-shaped head, was of a dark brown, as was also his heavy mustache and whiskers. He was dressed in well-fitting light gray clothes, — The other individual was a manof some thirty snag He was much taller than his companion, ut not so compactly built. His hair was black as the raven’s wing, and hung about his shoul- ders long and straight; his eyes were black, but small and evil like, His face was smoothly sbaven, and he was dressed ina suit of dark clothes that fitted bim stiffly and made him ap- pear ill at ease. No one in Omaha knew these two individuals, yet their names were spoken daily, The former was Duval Dungarvon, the notorious robber- captain of the Black Hills, and the latter Blufe Brandon, the renegale Cheyenne chief, known as Black Bear. Having glanced about them to see that no phe was near, the robber chief asked in a low Ne: “Well, Brandon, have you made up your mind about that matter?” “Not exactly,” answered Brandon, “for, since I have considered that you have oceans of gold stowed away in the ‘ Hills,’ 1 think you can afford to say ten thousand dollars.” “Ten thousand furies!” replied the robber captain; ‘however, I suppose I must submit, as the game is in your hands. But, mind you, the girl has got to be placed in my hands at the Devil’s Tarn, forty miles south of Cheyenne, an‘ if one hair of her head is injured, I will not give you one cent!” ‘How soon will Sanford—I believe that’s what you called him—start for San Francisco?” “ Within the next ten days, I understand— however, I can telegraph you at Julesburg on the morning they start—using, of course, our hotel noms de plume. Now, remember.” At this juncture, the conductor's call of * All aboard” ended the two villains’ conversation, and bidding his companion adieu, Blufe Bran- don entered the cars, and in another moment he was rolling toward the mountains. Duval Dungaryon entered an omnibus, and niveret the driver to drive him to the Wyoming otel. And thus ina few minutes two villains—ene a robber and the other a renegade, both from the fastnesses of the Black Hills—had planned and plotted a dark and perhaps bloody crime. Five days later, and Duval Dungarvon was again pacing the depot platform, He was alone, but, from the impatient look upon his face and the occasional glance up the street, it was evi- dent that he was expecting some one, Presently his face brightened as he saw a car- riage, drawn by four horses, rolling down toward the depot, and as it drove up alongside the platform, he walked to the opposite side, and mingled with some men collected there, but all the while kept a close watch upon the carriage. When the vehicle stopped, a tall, noble, gray- haired man of some fifty years stepped out and assisted a young and beautiful girl to the plat- form, These were followed by four young men dressed in sportsmen’s garbs, each carrying a new Spencer rifle and a panies se The elderly gentleman was Colone) Wayland Sanford, and the young girl his daughter Silvia. They were just about to start on a visit to friends in San Francisco, Two of the young men, Willis and Frank Armond, were the col- onel’s nephews, and men of means and leisure. The other two, Walter Lyman, attorney, and Ralph Rodman, physician and surgeon, were Willis’ss and Frank’s intimate friends. The four young gentlemen had concluded to accom- pany the colonel and daughter as far as the mountains, where they could spend the summer in hunting, as recreation from the dust and heat of city life, As soon as Duval Dungarvon saw the party enter the cars that stood awaiting their load of human freight, he turned and entered the tele- graph office, and taking up a blank seated bim- self at a desk and wrote the following message, which he at once dispatched: “Omana, June 15th, 1869. “WriiaM Bares, Esq., Julesburg, W. T.:—San- ford and daughter leave on morning train for San Francisco. Curton Payson.” Paying for the dispatch, the robber captain went out upon the platform, The cars were just rolling away, and from one of the windows he beheld the eyes of Colonel Sanford fixed upon him like one in a trance; but in an instant the train was gone, and, turning on his heel, he strode away, muttering to himself: “ By furies, he recognized me! It’s a good thing he’s gone, Duval Dungarvon, alias Clifton Payson, for he might have given you trouble, and the best thing for you is to get out of bere ourself.” - . And so he did. The next day the villain took the train West. Had one from the grave confronted Colonel Sanford, he could not have been more startled than he was on seeing Duval Dungarvon, For fully an hour he sat in profound silence, which his young friends attributed to his feelings on leaying home, and the possible idea that he might never live to return toitagain. Finally, however, he rallied and talked and joked in bis usual humorous spirits, ee ete
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i. _ Ebony Jim’s Terror. YS ay es W After nearly two days’ ride, the train rolled into Julesburg, where it stopped for a few min- utes. But one person took the train at this point, and that person was Blufe Brandon, the renegade chief, his face completely disguised in a mass of false grizzly whiskers. The renegade passed from coach to coach, and finally seated himself on the seat behind Colonel Sanford, which happened to be vacant. Jules- burg was left far behind, and away in the dis- tance westward the dark range of the Black Hills loomed up against the glowing sky. There being no way-stations, the train rolled rapidly on, never tiring, never halting, gliding into the dark cut, by roaring canyon, over the yawning gorge, beneath the beetling crag, through dismal tunnel—on, on until it had entered the environs of the Black Hills. Then the evil-eyed passenger from Julesburg glanced around, and,‘seeing no eye upon bim, placed his hand in his pocket and drew therefrom a small packet which he at once tossed out at the window with considerable force. <A dull report like that of a pistol; a lurid flash like that by a rocket, where the packet struck the earth, fol- lowed this act. But one person in the cars saw that flash, and that was he who produced it; but, far away up on a mountain peak, another pair of eyes saw and read the meaning of that flash, and immediately from the same hight a blazing arrow shot far up into the air, described a beautiful curve, and then fell to the earth again. Then, fully three miles further on to- ward the west, from the summit of another peak, a blue light might have been seen swing- ing to and fro, then standing still, then rolling through the air like a blazing hoop. Suddenly, in rounding an abrupt curve, the glowing headlight flashed on a red flag standing in the center of the track. Instantly the wary engineer whistled down brakes, and in a mo- ment the train stopped. At that instant a yell that fairly shook the old hills fell upon the ears of the passengers—a savage blood-curdling yell, mingled with the clash of of firearms. It required but a single thought for the pas- sengers to realize the terrible truth. The train had been stopped by a band of Indians! Simultaneous wich the yell of the Indians a loud, coarse voice cried out: “Put out the lights; the train has been at- tacked by the Indians!” It was the voice of Blufe Brandon. In an instant the lights were put out in that coach. Then followed a confusion that beggars description. The yells of the Indians, the re- port of pistols, the crashing of glass, the jam- ming of shutters, the screaming of women, the commands and shouts of men, made the moment awful, terrible. In the midst of the excitement Brandon sprung to bis feet, and, leaning forward, seized Silvia Sanford around the waist—lifting her in his arms as though she had been an infant, and turning, glided out the door and sprung from the car. ‘* Oh, father, help! Some one is carrying me off!” cried Silvia, as she was borne from the car. “Great God! what foul treachery is this?” “Willis, Frank, boys, all come, for Heaven's sake!” and, followed by the four young men, he rushed out and sprung from the car just in time to see the villain disappear down a black defile with his child. The moment the renegade sprung from the car every Indian turned and followed him, leaving the train to resume its course, which it did, leaving Colonel Sanford and his young friends standing alone in that awful gloom, It was quite evident that the attack had been carefully arranged, simply for the abduction of Miss Sanford, for no one was killed, nor did the savages attempt to board the train as they had done on previous occasions; but withdrew at a signal of their chief, Blufe Brandon. A speechless silence fell over the colonel and his party. Tbey stood and gazed into the gloom that seemed impenetrable. ~ The prospect of recovering the lost girl ap- peared to the experienced eyes of the father al- most as gloomy as were his surroundings. The remembrance of the face he bad seen at Omaha as the cars were leaving, the face of a man whom he knew to be his bitter, implacable enemy, instantly caused him to connect the man with the disappearance of his daughter. Under these circumstances it was indeed for- tunate that the father was an experienced Indian-fighter. During the gold fever of 1848 he had crossed the plains twice, and spent many years in the mines of California. Then during the Pike’s Peak excitement he spent a couple of years there, and during the Tadtags troubles he bad command of a regiment of cavalry upon active duty, their field of operations being in the immediate vicinity of the Black Hills. Thus most of his life had been spent upon the frontier, or among the Indians, whose language, haunts and habits he bad learned to perfection ; and there was but little of the country in which they now were but what be was intimately ac- quainted with, though five years had elapsed since he had last traversed it. Knowing that no time was to be lost he shaped their course, and at once set off in the direction taken by the savages, the darkness rendering it impossible to follow the trail. Thus began the young men’s summer recrea- tion on the plains! CHAPTER IL THE AERIAL DEMON OF THE MOUNTAIN. Nicur had fallen, but through the darkness gleamed the cheerful light of a camp-fire that burned in a little wooded valley, near where it debouched from the Black Hills into the great plain, or Buffalo Range. Within its radius of light, two men were visible—one lying upon the ground asleep, the other seated before the fire, evidently keeping guard. The former was a short, heavy-set man, of some five-and-thirty years, with a broad, florid face, that told of umor and good-nature. A rifle was lying near, a hunting-knife was in his belt, and, though sound asleep, his hand grasped a short stout club or shillalah which alone would have proclaimed his Hibernian extraction. The Irishman’s compani ion was a different nationality. type of @ e was a tall, powerful cried Colonel Sanford, springing to his feet, | negro, with skin black as the ebon darkness
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4 Ebony Jim’s Terror. eae aen nd around him. He possessed limbs and muscles of Herculean development, and a face firm, courageous and intellectual in its outlines, He held a double rifle, which flashed like a bar of silver in the firelight. Both were dressed in garbs of huckskin, balf-savage and half civil- ized in fashion. The negro sat with his rifle resting in the hol- low of his arm, gazing into the glowing fire with a kind of vacant look. As the minutes stole by, his eyes grew heavy with watching, and, presently, his head rolled languidly upon his shoulders in a gentle doze. Soon, however, he was aroused by a sound—the sound of approaching footsteps. He sprung to his feet, and, shading his eyes with his hand, eered into the gloom. At this moment five uman figures emerged from the forest and halted within the radiusof light. It was Colonel Wayland Sanford and his four young compan- ions, Colonel Sanford fixed his ee upon those of the negro, and for a moment the two stood glar- ing at each other with a look of recognition, sur- prise, fear and revenge depicted upon their fea- tures. A profound silenceensued. The hand of the darky wandered mechanically to his knife, while the cold, gray eyes of Sanford flashed like burning coals, and his breast heaved and throb- bed as though an internal voleano was surging within it. ; The colonel was the first to break the si- ence, ‘* Ebony Jim! Villain and rascal!” he ex- claimed, fiarcely. ‘‘ It is you!—you who deserve shooting without ceremony!” The colonel’s words seemed to transform the negro, His defiant, courageous look gave way to one of fear. “Oh, good Lor’!? he exclaimed, fairly tremb- ling, ‘it’s ole Massa Sanfor’, de poor young missus’s father, and now dis poor nigger’s time am come!” “Ab! ripe fear the halter of justice, do you, you black wretch?” exclaimed the colonel indig- nantly. ‘For four years I have hunted you —to shoot you !” Y 3 we! good Heaben, massa, I hab done nuff- in “Then what brought you here, and why do you fear me?” ‘Cause, massa, I s’pose you and dem gemmen dar come to ‘rest dis nigger—” “ Kor what?” ‘Why, you ’members I war hid in de woods whben poor Massa Walraven war taken to de Debbil’s Tarn and—” “ Hush! bush! for God’s sake, Ebony, speak not of that affair!” cried the colonel, growing suddenly changed in his tone toward the darky. He spoke so loud that the Irishman was awak- ened from his slumber. “Och, and be the Howly Vargin, and who’s this that comes a disthurbing of me_p’aceful shlumber at the dead hour av night. Wirra, but Til shpring afoot and bate their heads wid me ole shelallah, soshure as me name is Flick O’F lynn,” exclaimed the Hibernian, rising to a sitting pos- ture and rubbing his eyes confusedly. “1 am sorry we have disturbed you,” said Frank Armond, apologetically, ‘‘ but I hope you will pardon us for the unceremonious intru- sion.” ‘* Ay, and thet I will,” replied O'Flynn, gain- ing his equilibrium of mind, “‘ fer it’s mees thet’s glad to say the likes av yees in this h’athing conthry, so it is, so it is.” In the mean time, Colonel Sanford had stepped to Ebony’s side and spoke in a lower and kinder voice: “Forgive me, Ebony, for my rashness; but tell me truthfully, where is Florence Wal- raven?” “ Why should dis nigger know better dan enny body else, massa?” ‘Because I know you assisted her to flee ou home four years since, and now where is she? “Good Lor’ only knows. S’pects she’s in heaben wid de angels,” replied the negro, ap- parently much surprised. “Come, Ebony!” exclaimed Sanford, growing nervous and excited again. ‘Trifle not with me, You have lied to me already; you know where Florence is; you assisted her’ to flee, Speak, tell me the truth or your life shall “Good Lor’, you misjudge dis nigger, Massa Sanfor’. Nebber sence poor Massa Walraven went into de army have I see’d de young miss- us, and when Massa Walraven was conyvictioned ob bein’ a traitor and taken to de Debbil’s Tarn —I mean when he war punished so orfully—dis nigger run away into de mountain fear he be sarved so too, ‘ease he see’d something, and neb- ber hab I see’d de young missus, nor nobody, till dis blessed minit.” ** Are you speaking the truth, Ebony?” asked the colonel, seriously, calmly. “AsT’s a born nigger dat’s de truf, Massa Sanfor’.” “Then forgive me, old boy, for my hasty ac- cusal,” said the colonel, extending bis hand to the darky. ‘‘ Florence has been missing for four years, and we always suspicioned you of steal- ing her away.” “Dis nigger cherishes nuffin’ ill in his heart to’rds ole Massa Sanfor’,” said Ebony, grasping the colonel’s hand, ‘‘ but oh! how his heart aches when he t’inks ob dat awful—awful "fair at de Debbil’s Tarn.” “Hush, Ebony, about the Devil’s Tarn,” said Sanford, in a whisper. ‘ [tracks my soul with torture. Promise me you'll not mention it ‘**T promise,” said the negro, ‘‘Then let us be seated and talk of other things.” They all gathered around the fire, and Colonel Sanford informed the two hunters of their mis- sion there, “Be garry, and it’s Flick O'Flynn of Car- rieksfergus that can b’ate in more rhed niggars’ skulls than any man on the job, and yees kin count mees in on the parsuit av the ghal, also. Wirra! but mees am in me glory when swinging me old shelaliah among the dirthy blackg’ards, so itis, soit— Har-rk!” Though the Hibernian was talking quite boisterously, his practiced ear caught a far-o! and peculiar sound, coming from the Black ills,
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. 6 “ Ay, and didn’t ye hear thet, now?” he asked. “No; what was it?” queried Sanford. “Tt was a sound rhesembling the thuang av a horn—there she am again!” This time all heard it, and, true enough, it was the far-off blast of a horn. Flick O'Flynn and Ebony exchanged inquiring and ominous glances. x ‘A hunter, I suppose,” said young Rodman, “Not a bit av it! It’s the gathering call av robbers, in yonder bills,” said O'Flynn, pointing away westward over the Black Hills. “But what means that?” asked Willis Ar- mond, pointing up toward the dark sky. All eyes gazed upon the object in question with wonder and cid orang It was a bright, glowing speck not unlike a drifting star; but it was moving, drifting slowly through the hea- vens—now east—now west—now sinking—now rising—now circling around and around—again standing still against the black canopy of hea- ven. “ That is surely not a star,” said Walter Ly- man. “No; but it’s a mystery to me,” said Colonel Sanford. Again the twang of the horn was heard, and, as its echces rolled back through the hills, the inysterious blazing star was seen to glide away t: rough the heavens and disappear in a moment bebind the mountain range. “That is a mystery that is not the agency of man,” said the colonel. ‘Oh, Lor’! I tell ye, Massa Sanfor’, our time am come! Dat war de born ob de ark-angel wakin’ up de dead.” “You're a fool, Ebony; you’ve lost all the courage you ever did possess.” “T know I’s a fool, massa, but I’s been a wicked nigger, and de world am comin’ to a eend, and oh, Lor’ ob heabens! dar comes de Ole Nick—de Ole Nick!—de Ole Nick! after dis ebile—oh—oh—oh!” Ebony stretched out his hands as if to keep off some horrible object, His eyes were lifted up- ward and glared like those of a madman, His lips stood slightly apart, revealing his firm-set teeth, and his features were convulsed with horror, ‘Ebony! Ebony! are you going mad?’ ex- claimed Sanford, excitedly. The negro moved mot a muscle nor his up- lifted eyes, but, at that instant, a fierce and terrible scream burst over the heads of the little group. All started and lifted their eyes up- ward, and as they did so, every face became blanched with terror. They saw what Ebony saw, aud startled as he did. They saw not a human nor a beast, but an awful, terrible figure —a figure resembling a human skeleton floating through the air, high over the tree-tops, its ghastly proportions revealed by the smoke and flame emitted from the sunken eyes, the dis- tended nostrils and the wide, grinning mouth, Great white arms bent and buffeted the air like the wings of a struggling vampire, while scream after scream pealed wild and unearthly from the horrid creature’s lips. It was fully a hun- dred feet above the tree-tops and moved swift- ly--so swift, that ina moment it had floated re the camp and disappeared behind the dark hills, The party stood transfixed with horror. Colonel Sanford was the first to break the silence, “Tn the name of God, what was it?” he gasped. ‘*T tell you it’s de Old Nick after dis poor, black nigger,” persisted Ebony. Flick OFiyan acted quite indifferent. He showed but liftle surprise at sight of the horrid creature, yet he exclaimed: “Holy Mother! it makes the hair sthand on mees head, and polar icebergs rholl down me back, but then it’s not the fu'st time that Flick O'Flynn, of Carricksfergus, has see’d that chreature.” “ What is it? beast, human, fiend or—” ‘“‘Ay, there now, and it’s the horrid chrea- ture known as the Aerial Demon of the Moun- tain.” CHAPTER IIT, A MOMENT OF PERIL, For some time the wildest excitement pre- vailed in the hunters’ camp over what O’F lynn had said was the Aerial Demon, the scourge of the Black Hills. Flick could throw no light on the subject, further than that he had seen it once before, and heard of its being seen by others, and strik- ing terror to the hearts of the Indians. For fully an hour this aerial apparition was the subject of conversation, and many and curious were the suppositions entertained by the party as to its nature. By this time the clcuds had rolled away, and the blue dome of Heaven was glimmering with myriads of stars. The murky shadows were lifted from the great plain that stretched away in tranquil beauty like an ccean, broken now avd then by a silvery lake or stream, or a little woodland ‘isle that nestles down on its bosom like a mere black speck, And as the moments stole by, a score of dusky forms suddenly emerged from the shadow of one of those —. islands, and moved silently over the plain. It was a band of hostile Cheyenne Indians, heading toward the Black Hills. As the night was far advanced, and Colonel Sanford and bis young friends were greatly fatigued with their long tramp through the mountain, they concluded to remain witb the hunters until] morning, inasmuch as they had promised to accompany them on the morrow in pursuing the red-skins. The fire was replen- ished with fuel. The flames leaped up and relieved the gloom for many feet around; but backed in by the great woods on one side, and the rise of a hill on the other, the light was, as it were, pent up in the immediate vicinity. And so it was hidden from the gaze of those on the near plain, but not to those on the hills, nor to those far out on the plain, Flick O’Flynn was to stand guard the rest of the night—he refusing all offers of relief. He lit his pipe and seated himself before the fire, with his shillalah lying across his knees. The rest of the party stretched themselves in various attitudes about the fire to rest. Just then a night-bird fluttered overhead with
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a startled scream, Every man sprung quickly to his feet. Was it the Aerial Demon again? They glanced around them, No. It was not the demon, but asight equally as horrifying met their gaze, Out from the deep gloom, into the glare of the roaring camp-fire—with the silence of phantoms, their painted visages aglow with diabolical triumph, their hands clutching a knife or tomahawk, came a score of Cheyenne Indians, surrounding our friends on every side like sheep in aslaughter-pen. For a moment they paused just within the circle of light; then they uttered a yell, so fierce that the blood stood like ice in the veins of the whites, “Och! and be the Howly Mother, it’s a sorry time we'll have,” exclaimed Flick O'Flynn, whirling his sbillalah about his head; ‘‘ but here atl and he dashed among the savages with a yell. * And here comes dis chile,” exclaimed Ebony, clubbing his rifle and following. ~ “We have got to fight for our lives,” said Colonel Sanford, who, possessing no weapon, stooped and picked up a heavy club, one end of which was afire, and swinging it aloft he dashed in pen the savages, Frank and Willis Ar- mond, Walter Lyman and Ralph Rodman fol- lowing suit with clubbed rifles. The conflict instantly became fearful. The Cheyennes were three to one, and our friends fought with the desperation of despair —of madmen. Several savages went down, but the death of each one made the survivors all the more desperate; and presently Walter Lyman fell unconscious from a blow on the head, and Willis Armond received a severe wound on the arm, Defeat and death stared our friends in the face—they were being gradually overpowered —the savages were closing in upon them—an- other moment— But hark! what sound was that? Was it the voice of doom? CHAPTER IV. THE MASTER OF THE EAGLE. Iv was the wild scream of a bird that fell up- on the ears of the combatants, but at the next instant a horseman dashed wildly in among the savages, a drawn saber in hand. And so swift did the stranger swing the polished weapon right and left upon the tufted skulls of the red- skins that it seemed a broad sheet of flame. Nor did the strange man come alone to the rescue, A large, tame gray eagle accompanied him, and the fierce bird seemed inspired with the same warlike spirit of its master. Down into the sav- ages’ faces, striking with talon, beak and wing, swooped the great bird with a scream, tearing and lacerating the flesh and eyes at every stroke. The scale of battle was turned as if by mayic. The savages, defeated and terrified, fled into the shelter of the forest, pursued by Ebony and the stranger’s fierce bird, leaving half their num- ber behind, dead. All eyes were now turned upon their strange deliverer. He was a young man, not more than thirty, In stature he was about five feet, six inches, His figure was firmly knit, but flexible, and every movement supple, easy and graceful. His hair was of a dark brown, as was also his beard, 6 Ebony Jim’s Terror. that, in a great measure, concealed his face and hung to the pommel of his saddle. A few premature wrinkles were faintly traced about his eyes. A tunic of blue velveteen, ornamented with yellow fringe, and confined at the waist by a leather belt, buckskin trowsers, buckskin leg- gings and moccasins, and a gray felt hat consti- tuted his garb. A saber, a brace of revolvers in his belt, and a rifle that was swung at his back by means of a strap passing over his shoulder, were the wea- pons he carried. The animal he rode was a black, mettlesome mustang, with arched neck and flashing eyes, clear limbs, and muscular proportions, A large, and what appeared cumbersome, pair of well-filled saddle-bags were thrown over the cantle of the saddle, while on one side hung a double field-glass, and on the other side a coiled silver horn. Replacing his saber in its scabbard, he turned and gazed upon those he had rescued. From one to the other his eyes wandered, until they met those of Wayland Sanford, when a strange, wild light flashed in them, A momeutary silence ensued, The horseman was the first to speak, ‘A warm time you were having, my friends,” he said, in a clear voice. ‘‘Indeed we were,” replied the old colonel, with a nervous tremor in his voice, induced by exertion and excitement; ‘‘and whom have we the honor of thanking for our rescue?” “My name is Rodger Rainbolt,” replied the horseman, in his clear, ringing voice, in which there was mucb of wild bluntness; ‘‘and now, your name, if you please?” ‘Wayland Sanford.” The ranger was silent for a moment, then he asked: “What brings Wayland Sanford here in these wilds, dressed in the fine clothes of a citizen?” The colonel informed him of the abduction of his daughter, and that they were in pursuit of the Indians. “Uh! humpb!” ejaculated the ranger, when he had heard the colonel’s story. At this moment Ebony returned from pursuit of the flying savages, and, as the ranger’s eyes fell upon him, he turned his animal so tbat the fire would not shine in his face. In the mean time, Flick O'Flynn and Frank Armond were busily engaged in restoring young Lyman to his senses, of which a blow on the head bad bereft him; while the young surgeon, Ralph Rodman, turned his attention to Willis’s bleeding arm. “Do you know what tribe the Indians belong to that captured your girl?’ asked Rainbolt, after a moments silence. “They were Cheyennes,” replied the colonel, “Black Bear’s cut-throats, [ suppose,” re- turned the handsome ranger. “ Golly mighty!” suddenly exclaimed Ebony, peering up into the ranger’s face as he spoke; ‘dat sounds jist like Massa Walraven’s voice, as I’s a born nigger, but den it’s not his face, for Massa Walraven died long ago—died at de Deb- bil’s Tarn!” and he turned away, * ”
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. The ranger flashed a quick glance upon San- ford, who was moving uneasily; then in a tone of indifference, said: “Tam afraid you will not succeed in rescuing your daughter if Black Bear has reached or does reach his haunts,” 3 ee forbid that he should!” exclaimed San- ord, “But,” continued the horseman, “‘since I am not particularly engaged at present, I can and will devote my time to assisting you in rescuing your girl. I wish, however, to act strictly alone, for the assistance I have will en- able me todo so with suecess—but, I had en- tirely forget my companion,” and taking the silver horn from his saddle, he placed it to his lips and blew a shrill blast. Immediately after this act the winnowing of great wings was heard, and a moment later the eagle that attacked the savages so fiercely settled down from the gloom overhead and perched it- self upon the shoulder of the ranger. Blood was on its talons and beak. ‘*A noble pet you have, Mr. Rainbolt,” said the colonel, admiringly. “ Yes, sir; one that will be worth more to me in rescuing your daughter than a dozen men. His instinct is wonderful and his strength pro- digious. One stroke of bis wing, Mr. Sanford, would break your arm as though it werea straw. { have known him to carry in his talons a weight of a hundred pounds, Ah! a noble bird is Echo, my eagle. He hates a red-skin with all the bit- terness of his master.” ‘You must have had great patience in train- ing bim, Mr. Rainbolt.” ‘I do not claim all that honor. He was space trained when he came into my pessession. e was given me by an old Californian named Barker.” “ Barker!” burst involuntarily from Sanford’s lips; ‘‘ Gustave Barker?” “Yes; Gustave Barker,” replied the ranger, eying the colonel sharply. ‘‘Do you know him?” ‘“Oh—no; I have heard of him,” replied Sanford, recovering from his sudden excite- ment, There was a few moments’ silence, broken only. by the impatient pawing of the ranger’s ed. Doctor Rodman had succeeded in restoring Lyman to his senses, and had carefully dressed Willis’s arm, which, after all, had only sustained a flesh-wound. ‘‘ I say, Lyman,” said the young physician, after his friend had recovered his senses, ‘‘ that blow you got on the head is what is termed in legal hrase, ‘Salt and battery,’ ain’t it?” ‘ Yes,” replied the young lawyer, rubbing his sore head; “but, in this affair there is more ‘battery’ than ‘’sault’; howover, I shall bring action at once for damages,” “‘ And try the case before—what is it?—oh, yes; the Aerial Demon,” said Willis, laughing. ‘*The Aerial Demon!” exclaimed Rainbolt; **have you seen that horrid, mysterious crea- ture?” ““Yes; it passed over our camp an hour or so ago, Can you throw any light on the real nature of the mystery?” fers ‘* Nothing more than that it is the most fright- ful object I ever saw,” returned the ranger. “Ay, now, an’ it’s yees that sp’akes the thruth loudly, for it’s mees that’s see’d the chreature twice, and both times it stharted mae icebe: gs down my back, so it did,” said ie. ‘* Well,” said Rainbolt, ‘‘since I can be of no further service to you, gentlemen, I may as well take my departure. Should I succeed in rescuing your daughter, Mr. Sanford, I will communicate the fact to you at once,” and as he concluded he took from his pockct a time- worn memorandum, and tearing out one of the stained leaves, handed lt to Colonel Sanford, saying: ‘‘ Read that, Colonel Wayland Sanford, and good-night to you all,” and as he spoke the pet eagle arose into the air—the spirited mus- tang pricked up its ears, Gog ae its bit impa- tiently, and the next moment ger Raiubolt, the ranger, was gone. “He’s a curious fellow—a liying mystery,” said Ralph Rodman; ‘but what ails you, colo- nel—what ails you?” “Oh, nothing, nothing but excitement, as usual,” replied the colonel, evasively; ‘‘ but let me see what the ranger wants me to read.” He turned and stirred up the waning camp- fire, and seating himself upon the ground, glanced at the paper. A groan escaped his lips as he did so, and the paper re from his hand, and falling into the fire, was consumed in an instant, while the colonel’s. bands dropped to his knees and his eyes became fixed upon the re. ** What did he write, uncle?’ asked Frank, There was no response to his question. Frank repeated it. Still no reply. “The ranger has thrown the colonel’s mind into a quandary,” said young Lyman. ‘* Like the red naygur did yours,” said Flick O'Flynn. ** How is it, colonel?” asked Rodman. The colonel was still silent. Frank Armond advanced and laid his hand upon his uncle's shoulder, but he started back with a thrill of horror. The limbs of the colonel were rigid as death, his eyes were still fixed upon the fire with a cold, glassy, vacant stare. His lips stood slightly apart, and bis features were ghastly as the dead’s. “Uncle, uncle!” exclaimed Frank, shaking him violently, ‘‘ what ails you? Come, rouse up—great God, what can it mean, Rodman?” The young doctor was bending over the colo- nel, his fingers resting upon the old man’s pulre. “Come, speak, Ralph, what does it mean?” re- peated Frank. “Heavens!” exclaimed the young doctor, starting up, ‘‘ what could the ranger have writ- ten? It has killed the colonel, as God’s in Heaven, boys; he is dead—stone dead |” CHAPTER V. THE ROBBER ROBBED, THE blood-red sun hung low in the western heavens, its usual brightness partly obscured by the blue mist that hung over the mountain and plain. Tbe Black Hills lay dimly outlined against the murky sky. In thc vast expanse of mountain and plain buta single living object Ded |
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8 Ebony Jim’s Terror. could be seen. That object was a large bird poised aloft above a narrow defile, or valley, in the Black Hills. For some time it seemed to hang motionless on the air, then it descended down, down, until it was lost in the mountain shadows; then it darted up again, with a wild scream, from the valley, its keen eyes fixed on some object far below. And what think you it was that Echo, the eagle, saw there?” It was a beautiful glade in the greenwood valley. A camp-fire burning in the center of the glade. A number of Indians seated around the fire. Several lodges standing in the back- ground. An Indian encampment, But two of the Indians claim our especial no- tice. The young chief, Allacotah, and his beau- tiful wife, Silver Voice, The young chief sat apart from his compan- ions, apparently in deep thought. Presently the light figure of an Endian woman glided from one of the lodgesin the background and approached him. She was young, not more than three and twenty. Her movements were graceful as. the fawn’s; her voice as sweet and clear asthe chimes of a silver bell. She was dressed in a short frock of some green material, beautifully ornamented with Indian handiwork, while beaded moccasins and white-fringed buck- skin leggings incased her feet and ankles, Approaching and laying her hand upon Alla- cotah’s shoulder, she said, in pure English: * Allacotah, my husband, seems thoughtful.” The young chief raised his eyes and gazed into those of his wife. “That is true,” he replied; ‘‘ but the voice of my beautiful wife cheers me, though I was only Se eee of our great chief, Black ar. ‘Oh, yes,” replied the beautiful Indian wo- men; “it had not occurred to my mind before that to-day Black Bear was to return from the great wigwams of the pale-faces,” “Yes; and may his heart not be filled with evil when he comes! Black Bear is a bad man, He causes much trouble between the pale-faces and my people. He has made many widows and orphans among the great Cheyenne nation —waged war till Cheyenne blood flowed like water. Two miles from the Indian encampment, on a high, bold bluff, stood Rodger Rainbolt, the ranger. One hand was resting on his animal’s arched neck, while with the other he held his yee to his eyes as he watched a tiny dark speck in the misty sky before him. That speck was Echo, his eagle. ‘Yes, they are Indians there,” he muttered, to himself, ‘‘ and perhaps they are the ones that Tam in pursuit of. Echo, noble, sagacious bird, has traced them out, and now he marks the spot by poising himself in the air, now by descend- ing, now rising again—now circling around and around. Ah, noble bird! he circles away, away. He knows his mission is done for the present, and now—” ; He lowered his glass, and corm tte? coiled horn from his saddle, placed it to his lips and blew a shrill, prolonged blast, which, as it echoed far back over the hills, reached the ear of the eagle, and immediately it headed its flight toward its master. In a few minutes it was perched upon his shoulder, “Your work is well done, Echo,” said the ranger, caressing the bird, “‘and [ have only to await darkness to accomplish mine,” The Cheyenne encampment was only a tem- pay one, the permanent village of Black ear being located several miles southwest, wane the southern extremities of the Black ills. In anticipation of the return of Black Bear, or Blufe Brandon, preparations were made for his reception; for a mounted messenger had ar- rived in camp during the day, and informed Al- lacotah and his braves that Black Bear, with a beautiful captive, and accompanied by several of his warriors, would arrive there some time during the evening. As the time for the coming of the distinguished white chief drew near, and darkness gathered around, preparations were hastily made for his reception. Presently a wild yell announced the expected arrival. The name Black Bear had a significant mean- ing as applied to the Renegade, Blufe Brandon, Had one who had never seen him in his disguise beheld him when he entered the lodge of Alla- cotah, they would have started up with sudden fear, for there was nothing natural in his ap- Trance, The villain was completely disguised in the skin of a black bear. Even the head of the an- imal rested upon that of his own, with its round, glaring eyes, its open mouth, red tongue and white fangs, in life-like presentation, As the nose of the animal projected over the head of the renegade, the face of the latter was com- pletely concealed by long, straggling hairs hang- ing from the under jaw of the animal’s head, yet the ruffian’s eyes shone through the hairy mask like those of a serpent through the dark. His arms and legs were wrapped in the skin care- fully taken from the animal’s limbs, with the long claws attached, and dexterously fixed to his toes and fingers—thus perfecting his — so completely that he looked like a bear walking erect upon his hind feet. In bis arms the renegade carried Silvia San- ford, who, a few minutes before their arrival, had fainted from sheer exhaustion, long fasting and excessive heat, A rug of skins and robes was laid near the fire and the pale and beautiful captive placed upon it. Black Bear then turned to Silver Voice and requested her to look after the maid- en’s wants and assist the medicine-man in restor- ing her to consciousness. Silver Voice advanced, and bending over the captive, gazed into her pretty, pale face. low ery escaped her lips, and beckoning her hus — she pointed down, and said: “* Does it not ook— “Never mind what the girl looks like, but hasten to restore her. That girl’s life is worth ten thousand dollars to me.” [t was Black Bear who spoke, his voice sound- ing hoarse and hollow beneath his hairy mask. Allacotah was a chief of power and distinc- tion, but Black Bear was his superior—hence the latter’s authoritative, indignant corhmand,
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Ebony dim’s Terror. 9 Silver Voice, with the assistance of Allacotah, began the task of restoring the captive to con- sciousness, Water was brought from a spring hard by and the brow of the maiden bathed. A cordial made of some wild herbs was adminis- tered, and by a vigorous chafing of the limbs and temples, Silvia was brought back to life. “Put her in there,” said Black Bear, pointing with his claw-clad finger to Silver Voice’s lodge; “the presence of so many warriors might excite her too much, She must have rest and food.” Allacotah lifted her in his strong arms and carried her into the lodge where Silver Voice had arranged a neat, comfortable couch of skins. Laying her upon the couch, the chief went out, leaving the two women alone. Silvia opened her eyes avd gazed around, When the captive saw the beautiful Indian woman bending over her with tears in her eyes, her heart beat with gentle hope. : eet easy, dear BE said eevee Voice, indly, ‘‘ you are grea atigued. a Where am eames are you?” asked Silvia. “You are in the encampment of Allacotah, and I am Silver Voice, Allacotah’s wife,” Where is Black Bear?” “The inhuman wretch is out by the camp- fire,” the woman replied bitterly. Silvia was surprised by her manner of speech. She saw that the Indian woman entertained a feeling of intense dislike toward the chief, ‘‘Then you do not respect the great chief,” said Silvia, ‘‘ judging from your remarks,” ‘No, I hate him!” she fairly hissed. ee eh do not his warriors like him?’ asked ilvia. ‘Yes; those whose hearts are vile as his,” Sil- ver Voice answered, ‘‘and dear girl, if it’s in my power, and the power of Allacotah, you shall never, never suffer captivity at his bands!” Silvia’s face brightened; then it became cloud- ed again as she said: ‘* But he told me he was going to sell me toa robber captain—that the robber had promised him a great reward for me.” ‘** Did he mention the robber captain’s name?” “Yes; I believe it was Dungarvon—Duyal Dungarvon.” “God have mercy!” exclaimed the woman frantically. ‘‘Duval Dungarvon! Duval Dun- arvon! Oh, dear girl, better take your own fite than fall into the hands of that man. He is a fiend, a devil! It is not your beauty, nor his love for you that makes him desirous of possess- ing you, but it is to torture you, and grind, grind your father’s heart out for revenge.” Silvia was completely mystified by her strange words, ‘‘T do not understand you, Silver Voice,” she said, Before the Indian woman could reply, a wild commotion among the savages outside arrested her attention, She turned and went out, and Silvia involuntarily arose and followed her, The women were greatly surprised to see the savages, their faces convulsed with horror— their eyes lifted upward with a terrified stare, speechless and motionless, Following the direc- tion indicated by their startled gaze, the women became equally as terrified. Down the valley from the north floated in the air high above the tree-tops—fur above the reach and power of man, an awful figure—the figure of a human skeleton. It was the Aerial Demon of the Mountain, the a of the Black Hills—the terror of the In- ian, Silvia’s face became white with terror, and she elung to Silver Voice for support. ‘*Come into the lodge, dear girl,” said the chief’s wife, ‘‘it is the Aerial Demon.” They turned toward the door of the little cone-shaped structure. Just then the clatter of iron-shod hoofs coming up the stony valley caught their ears, They stopped. The next instant a white man, mounted upon a mettlesome animal, dashed from the gloom, and stopped so quickly by the side of the ter- rified women, that bis animal was thrown back upon its haunches, It was Roger Rainbolt, the ranger! Before Black Bear and his savages could draw their attention from the Aerial Demon—the daring ranger leaning forward iu his stirrups, placed his arm about Silvia’s waist, lifted her from the ground as though she had been an infant, whirled his animal southward, and dashed away into the gloom of the forest, pur- sued by Black Bear and his warriors, As the ranger turned his animal he gave Sil- ver Voice one quick glance, that seemed to pierce her to the heart. She threw up her hands, clutched wildly at space, uttered a low, eonvulsive sob, and sunk unconscious into the arms of her husband, Allacotah. CHAPTER VI. THE HIDDEN HOME, Away tbrougb the dark wood and down the mountain defile the ranger dashed with his precious burden. Silvia uttered no word of fear, no ery of pain. She had caught a glimpse of the ranger’s noble. handsome face as he lifted her from the ground in the Indian encampment, and, as if by magic, ie heart became inspired with confidence in im. ‘Fear not, Miss Sanford, you are safe with a friend.” “A friend—a noble, daring friend, yet a pas a that knows my name,” replied Silvia, ‘That's true, Miss Sanford; but l learned your name from your father.” ‘* Father!” exclaimed the maiden. ‘‘ Oh, where and when did you see my father?” “TI saw him less than twenty-four hours ago. He was in search of you,” ’ “Thank Heaven!” breathed the maiden; ‘‘ but who am I indebted to for my rescue and the in- formation?” he My name is Rodger Rainbolt; Iam a ran- er. Presently they emerged from the dark forest into an open and level plain, through which wound a little stream like a silver thread. Al} around it arose a dark belt of wooded hills like a beautiful landscape set in a rusty frame. Halting on the summit of a little knoll over- looking the plain, the ranger lifted Silvia to the
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10 Ebony Jim’s Terror. ound: and then, dismounting himself, stood by er side, “ We rest here,” he said. ‘‘ Look yonder, and tell me what you see,” “T can see a broad, silvery surface, resem- bling a tiny lake, sleeping there, just where the black wood begins,” “Tt is nota lake, Miss Sanford, but a broad sheet of water falling over a high jutting rock, in which is my cavern home—my castle.” “T should think you would get lonesome there, Mr. Rainbolt,.” *T offer you the hospitality of my secluded home—that is, if you have no scruples of going there alone with me.” “Why should I, Mr. Rainbolt, when to you 1 owe my life? I feel perfectly free to trust your honesty, manhood and protection,” ‘*T sincerely hope you will never have cause to feel otherwise,’ It was only a few moments’ walk before the stream was reached when the ranger drew a small canoe from under some drooping willows, and launched it. He then took up the paddle and drove the canoe through the mist and vapor between the parted waters of the falls, ‘Here we are, Miss Sanford,” said Rainbolt, a moment later. She glanced around and above. A glaring pine torch, fixed in a niche in the wall, lit up the place, He took her hand and assisted her from the boat, and then, lifting the glowing torch from the wall, they began ascending the rude stone steps. Finally, the top was reached and adark, capacious chamber was spread out before them. fy ranger stopped and held the torch above his ead. Silvia started back with alow cry of terror, for the light flashed upon the form of a huge panther crouched at her feet. “Fear not, Miss Sanford,” said the ranger; “he will not harm you. It is Purl, my pet panther.” The panther sprung up and capered around its master with Space joy. “Oh!” suddenly exclaimed Rainbolt, while caressing the beautiful creature, ‘* I had forgot- ten that my other pet, Echo, my eagle, is still out. I will conduct you to your room, Miss Sanford, and then call him in.” They moved along the rocky chamber that resounded sepulchral, with their footfalls, the panther skipping playfully before them. Pres- ently they came to where a curtain or partition of skins was stretched from one wall to the - Lifting one corner of it, they passed be- yond. “ Now,” said the ranger, with a smile of em- barrassment, “‘ pou are in the kitchen of Rodger Rainbolt, your humble ‘servant. You will not find things here, even as you would in a bache- lor’s kitchen in Omaha, but men are poor house- keepers, you know.” Another partition of skins hanging at right- angles with the first, separated the kitchen from another apartment, into which the ranger con dueted the maiden, ‘‘This,” he said, ‘is my sitting-room, parlor, bedroom and library all combined, And now, pray be seated, Miss Sanford, and make your- self at home while I goand bring my eagle up. You see Il think a great deal of my pets,” and lighting a lamp that sat near, he turned and went out. The apartment in which the young girl now found herself was far more comfortable than could have been expected under the circum- stances, and wus well lighted by a large lamp of stone, filled with bear’s oil. Ina short time the ranger returned, bringing in the eagle, and then announced his intention of Pee supper, asking Silvia to be seated until his return. After supper was over the ranger made known to his guest the programme he had adopted for her restoration to her father, which met her hearty approval. She was to remain there until he could find her father and bring him there, or take her to where he was. “As you are doubtless sleepy and fatigued, Miss Sanford, you can appropriate this room and that pallet of furs, such as it is, for your own sleeping-apartment, and retire whenever you feel so disposed.” He bid her poet and went into the other apartment, where he constructed him a couch and laid down, his panther curled down at his feet, and his eagle perched in a niche in the rock wall, Having offered up a fervent prayer to her Heavenly Father, Silvia sought her couch, and oon she was wrapt in a sound, refreshing slum- re CHAPTER VII. AN IRISHMAN’S RUSE, THE greatest excitement prevailed in the hunters’ camp over the sudden, mysterious death of Wayland Sanford. Everything within the young doctor’s power was done in hopes of re- storing him to life, but all to no purpose, His limbs were cold and stiff, and his eyes, though wide open, had that stony, glassy stare, and his face the ghastly pallor of the dead. ‘It?s no use, boys; he’s gone,” said the young doctor; ‘‘ his death by apoplexy was caused by over-exertion and mental excitement.” “Poor Uncle Wayland!” sighed Frank, ‘We have all been afraid of this for years. He was a victim of the heart-disease, and had a neryous and exzitable temperament to aggravate it, and alas! the abduction of his daughter, the weari- some pursuit without food and rest, and finally that paper placed in his hand by the ranger, di the work.” ‘© But why should it?’ asked young Lyman. “That’s what I cannot tell,” replied Frank. ‘“‘Unele Wayland has been a man of the world —has spent much of his life away from home among strangers, in California, in Pike’s Peak, in the army upon the frontier, and to me his life has been a sealed book—a secret volume in which this very Rainbolt may be an important character.” The lifeless form was placed upon a blanket near the fire, the rigid limbs straightened out, and the pale hands folded across his breast. Ebony Jim burst into a paroxysm of sorrow, as he looked down upon the pale face of the colonel. “What is he to you, more than a stranger
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. a1 Ebony? and why do you mourn over him?” asked Willis, “Oh, good Lor’! and wasn’t he de father of poor Florence Walraven?” ‘And what about Florence? what do you know of her?” “Why. wasn’t she de wife of Warren Wal- raven? and wasn’t poor Massa Walraven de good master ob dis poor, black nigger?” * And what about your master and the Devil’s Tarn of which he forbade you speaking?” **Oh, good Lor’! don’t ask that,” the negro re- plied, glancing toward the form of the colonel. **T fears him,” pointing to the dead. ‘He is dead; you need not fear him now.” “De spirit ain’t dead—no, no; I'll tells you some time, not now.” Ebony was ‘obstinate, and as Frank could elicit no information from him he turned away greatly mystified. By this time day was breaking, and before long the sun arose clear and warm. Flick O’F lynn went out in search of food for breakfast, and soon returned with a quarter of deer-meat A fire was struck and a great quan- tity of the venison roasted. Breakfast over, a sad duty was to be per- formed—the duty of interring the colonel’s body. ; An hour was spent in digging a shallow grave; the dirt being loosened with hunting-knives an thrown out by the hands. The form of the colonel was now wrapped in a blanket taken from the shoulders of one of the dead Indians, his face covered with his hat, and then laid away in the narrow sepulcher. This sad duty performed, a council-was held, and after due consideration it was decided that Frank Armond and Walter Lyman, with the Irishman, should pursue a southward direction through the Black Hills, while Willis Armono and Ralph Rodman, accompanied by Ebony Jim, should take a southwesterly course, and in case they did nct overtake the savages before they reached their village, they were all to meet ata certain point near the stronghold known to the hunters, when they would make other ar- rangements, Scarcely an hour after their departure, a score of savages emerged from the forest into the little glade, and, as their eyes fell upon the lifeless forms of their friends lying around, they uttered a wild, revengeful cry, and turn- ing, they glided away into the woods like so many blood-hounds, directly upon the trail of the white men. The course of Flick O’Flynn and party lay through the heart of the Black Hills, and over arough, mountainous region, but they pushed rapidly ahead, hoping to overtake the savages before reaching the village, The first day’s travel found them but fifteen miles from where they had started in the morn- ing. Atthe end of the second day’s journey, they went into camp about two miles from the Medicine Bow River. _ Almost wearied out, Walter and Frank stretched themselves upon the ground to talk over their serious predicament, while the Irish- man struck a fire by which to prepared supper. But unfortunately, when the fire was struck there was nothing to prepare for supper, so O’Flynn proposed to go in search of game, leaving the young men at camp. i In a few moments after his departure, the young unskilled sportsmen seemed to forget the caution enjoined upon them by the hunter, and producing a pack of cards, concluded to indulge in the pleasant pastime of ‘‘ seven-up,” until the loquacious friend and guide returned. How- ever, the beginning of the game seemed to have been ominous of evil, for at that moment, four dark figures glided from the deepening shadows of the woods with a hideous yell, and, ere the young men had time to realize the ‘‘run of the game,” they were stretched upon thé ground and bound hand and foot, prisoners in the hands of the Cheyennes, Having secured their prisoners they set off to- ward the river, compelling the whites with their hands tied behind their backs, to walk in advance. In the mean time Flick was continuing his hunt, He had pursued his course across the bottom to the river without finding any game, and turning he proceeded down thestream. He had ~ gone but ashort distance in this direction when he spied a large canoe with a solitary Indian in it, moored near the bank. The savage evident- ly was waiting for some one, judging from the impatient look he would now and then flash into the woods at his side. Simultaneous with the discovery of the Indian, the Irishman heard a loud yell in the direction of the camp, and well he knew its import. But to be certain be turned and hastened back toward his friends, and as he neared the camp he saw that bis fears were con- firmed. Frank and Walter were prisoners, and were being conducted through the forest toward the river. The savages were going directly toward that point on the river where he had seen the Indian in the canoe, and he knew full well that he was one of the same party. So, turning, he ran with all possible speed back to the river, He reached the bank several yards above where the Indian still sat in the canoe, and dropping upon bis hands and knees, he began crawling down to- ward the red-skin. It was his object to put the savage out of the way, and as he did not wish to raise an alarm by firing his gun, he resolved to trust to his shillalah. y The Indian was seated with his face down the stream, and, as Flick approached him, be dis- covered bim to be a half-breed, He was dressed in an old ragged suit of clothes, no doubt taken from some white victim. An old straw hat sur- mounted his head, with what little there remain- ed of the brim, lopped down over his eyes, al- most concealing his face, Flick crawled ou with the silence of a shadow, and had nearly reached the canoe when his foot caught in a vine, and he was thrown heavily to the ground, making no little confusion. An in- voluntary oath escaped his lips as he sprung up and Ee abs to flee, but to his surprise he saw the Indian never moved. “Success to mees plan, he’s dafe!” muttered ae hunter, as he moved on toward the red- Skin,
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12 Ebony Jim’s Terror. He had’ almost succeeded in reaching the water's edge, when the savage turned his head and saw him. In a moment the red-man snatched up his tomahawk from the bottom of the canoe, and hurled it at the head of the Irish- man. But the latter divined his intention, and falling flat upon his face in the sand, the wea- pon passed harmlessly over. The savage did not utter a single word or sound, and it was Ss aeeatg now that he was both deuf and umd, ‘And still so much the better,” exclaimed the Irishman, and quicker than thought he sprung up and into the canoe, and giving the half breed a tap on the head, settled him down perfectly unconscious. In a minute the Irishman had stripped him of his ragged clothes and donned them _ himself. As the Indian was the largest man, he (Flick) had no trouble in putting the clothes on over his own, and with the two suits on he appeared fully as large as the red-skin and equally as woeful. Flick then saw a little bark canoe resting un- dersome willows that fringed the bank. Draw- in it out he placed the unconscious half-breed therein and sent him adrift, knowing that ere he recovered his senses he would be far enough away. So far things had worked like a charm, and having smeared his face and bands with a pigment of dark clay, and drawing the old hat- brim down over his eyes, the disguise was com- pet trusting to the gathering twilight to ide all imperfections. Flick now concealed his shillalah under his ragged coat, his rifle under the seat of the capacious canoe, and then, procuring the say- age’s tomahawk, took his seat in the canoe. By this time it was nearly dark, and, inasmuch as Flick was to play the part of a deaf and dumb Indian, he felt perfectly safe in his daring feat to rescue his friends, but, when he saw the savages emerge from the woods and approach the canoe, his heart almost ceased to beat through fear of being detected. CHAPTER VIII, ENTRAPPED, THRovas his perfect knowledge of the coun- try, Ebony Jim with his party succeeded in making about twenty miles the first day. They then encamped on the edge of a small glade, on three sides of which arose the dark woods, while on the fourth side a tall, jutting rock, some fifty feet high, frowned down on the little glade, At the base of this rock our friends selected their camp, which would not only afford a shelter from the heavy, chilly dew, but a protection from an Indian attack in the rear. Something like an hour had passed, during which time Willis and Ralph had expressed a wish for a little excitement to keep them awake. In the mean time the practiced eye of Ebony had espied several dark forms moving to and fro along the edge of the timber, but within its shadow, That they meant harm the negro knew well enough, and he resolved at once to make them show their hand.” Saying nothing, he crept out of the camp, and securing good cover, awaited the red-skins’ approach, ot long did he wait, however, for soon the head and breast of a red-painted warrior appeared, scanning the glade camp with basilisk eyes. Ebony was on the alert with a novel weapon —a round stone of the size of a hen’segg. With- out noise, he threw the stone with wonderful power and precision, striking the savage squara in the forehead, and without a groan the Chey- enne fell forward upon his faco—a dead man, “i, hil” the negro chuckled, ‘‘ guess dat imp’s squaw’'ll be waitin’ a good while for her next beatin’.” Not another savage appeared, and Ebony re- turned to camp to watch and wait, Two or three hours passed without any de- monstration on the part of the savages, and the watchful whites began to congratulate them- selves on their enemies having withdrawn, when suddenly the whole heavens over them became lit up with the glare of the mid-day sun, and the next moment a great ball of dry, matted pine brush came rolling over the edge of the cliff, wrapped in a sheet of red, hissing flame, It fell at the feet of our friends, lighting up their hiding-place with a blinding glare, and exposing them to the savages’ aim, while to them all was inky gloom beyond the radius of light made by the burning brush, There was no alternative but to take to the woods, ** Follow dis nigga’, boys!” exclaimed Ebony, springing from under the rock, and rushing across the opening. Willis and Ralph did as commanded, and they all would have succeeded in reaching the shelter of the wood safely, but, unfortunately, Ralph stumbled, and before he could gain his feet, be was seized by a number of savages that lay in ambush near, and made prisoner, Ebony and Willis saw their companion cap- tured, but, as they could render no assistance against such fearful odds, they dasbed on and made good their escape into the woods, They could hear the yells of the Indians back at the cliff, and to ascertain what was going on they crept back to a point of observation. They saw the red-skins, a score in number, grouped around the captive under the edge of the cliff, but, of course they could not tell what disposi- tion they were going to make of him. For some time the negro sat in a deep study. Presently he started up with what he considered a ‘bright idea,” and which he at once commu- nicated to Willis. Ten minutes later, had the savages under the cliff glanced across the opening, they would have seen the body of their comrade, that was slain by the negro, dragged from the edge of the glade by some invisible power into the clump of shrubbery some ten feet away. This was dons by Ebony fixing the screw of his ramrod in a long pole, which he slid along upon the ground until it came in contact with the savage’s body; he then twisted the screw into the dead fellow’s garments and dragged him into the brush—for what purpose will soon be shown, The savages did not notice the disappearance of their comrade’s hody, so intent were they in
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Ebony Jim's Terror. is (tt rt the council that was being held to determine | passage for several hundred feet, when they the fate of their captive. Some were in favor of tomahawking him on the spot, some of burn- ing him, and some one thing and some another. Finally it was settled that the captive select his own choice of death, from burning, the lo goa and jumping from the cliff over- ead, The choice was rather a difficult one. Death by the tomahawk and jumpiug from the cliff would be instantaneous, while by burning, his chances of being rescued by Ebony and Willis would be prolonged as well as his suffering. And so he took his choice of death by burning at the stake. The captive’s hands were free, but bis legs were bound so tightly that the bonds cut the flesh, and in this manner he was compelled to stand perfectly motionless, In a moment all hands were busied in erect- ing a stake in the center of the glade, gathering fuel, and making other preparations for the grand torture, and while thus engaged, a voice suddenly rung out on the night air, clear and distinct: ‘* Seize the rope, Rodman—seize the rope!” All eyes were drawn involuntarily toward the woods across the moonlight opening, whence the voice had emanated, and at that instant Ralph Rodman, the doomed captive, arose from the ground, floated upward, upward through the air—up along the face of the cliff; and when the savages again turned, they found he had vanish- ed from their midst like mist before the morning sun—gone they knew not where; but, suddenly, a great black object leaped from the edge of the cliff overhead, and falling in their midst crushed half their number to atoms. It was a huge stone, rolled over the cliff by Ebony Jim, who bad also saved Ralph by drawing hie up with a rope made of the dead Indian’s buckskin garments, and lowered at the moment that the savages’ at- tention was drawn toward the woods. Tbus Ebony’s “ bright idea” had proved asuc- cess. While Willis remained in the woods to draw the attention of the savages, at the same time warn Ralph of their presence, the negro had crept around to the top of the cliff, and at the instant Willis called out, he dropped one end of the rope, and as it fell plum)» on Ralph’s head, he had his friend’s command forcibly and in- stantly impressed upon his mind, and seizing hold of the mare he was drawn up to the top of the cliff—saved. Without loss of time they hurried from the place, and two hours’ travel brought them to the mouth of a large cave, where they at once con- cluded to spend the night. They ventured to strike a fire now, for they were wet and peels with the heavy dew. They were just within the mouth of the cavern, and as the fire lighted up the surrounding gloom, it revealed the dark opening back into the bill. Ralph and Willis at once determined to ex- lore the cavern, Ebony remonstrated, but as e could give no reason for his objections, the oung adventurers procured a torch and set out, eaving the negro to stand guard at the en- trance, Led on by the increasing wonders and magni- ficence of the place, they threaded the winding ‘ emerged into a wide, capacious chamber, Here they halted and held the toreh above their heads. ‘ “* Hist! didn’t you hear footsteps?” exclaimed Willis, suddenly, ‘“‘ Fudge! no; you're getting nervous,” returned Ralph, ‘‘and imagine you hear the footsteps of ghosts, Come, let us look further, old boy. No superstition— Heavens!” he last exclamation was caused by a sound in the narrow passage resembling the roJling of a heavy body on trucks. It came from the pas- sage behind them, and filled with no little fear and cvriosity, they turned and began to retrace their footsteps. 3 They had gone but a few steps when they heard the hollow, rumbling noise again, and what was their surprise &nd horror to see an immense rock slide out from the great wall and completely block their passage. Ralph raised the torch above his bead and turned to Willis, speechless with terror. At that instant a wild, demoniac laugh of triumph, that seemed to issue from the lips of a legion of fiends, greeted the young men’s ears as it echoed through the hollow chambers of the cavern, They were entrapped in the den of mountain robbers ! In the mean while Ebony Jim, hearing the yells of laughter Spore from the interior, quickly divined the cause, and knowing that he could be of no assistance to the young men, dashed off at a great speed it:to the forest. For several hours he pursued his way, his im- tention being to hunt up Flick O'Flynn, and daylight found him many miles from the rob- bers’ cave, He had begun to feel satisfied that he had escaped his white enemies when, as he was pass- ing through a narrow defile, his ear caught the sound of footsteps, and the next instant he saw three dark figures coming directly toward him. Quick as thought he swung himself upward into the branches of a thick tree, and lying at length upon a large limb, be anxiously awaited the approach of the party. CHAPTER IX. ‘SOLOMON STRANGE, MY LORD.” Two days Silvia had passed in the ranger’s home. Two days the ranger had spent in fruit- less search of her father among the wilds of the Black Hills. But the kind-hearted man had every reason to believe that he would yet find him, and encouraged the maiden’s impatient spirits by the tenderest words of hope. With his eagle he had left the cavern in the Set he and after a hard day’s ride returned at night, The third day Rainbolt set out upon his mis- sion, in which he had begun to feel a strange interest. It was toward noon that, while ascending a steep hill, he came suddenly face to face with a strange-looking individual who had come from the other side of the ey . = The sane stopped directly in front of the ranger, as if he were going to dispute his pas-
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14 Ebony Jim’s Terror. ee ————- 010s sage. Rainbolt drew rein and scanned the fel- low from head to foot, He was tall, standing fully six feet in his moccasins, with an ungainly form, and eyes whose color could not be defined in the shadow of their scraggyy bectling brows. The com- plexion of his face was a dirty sallow, though it was almost hidden beneath its growth of grizzly gray whiskers that reached to the man’s waist. Altogether he was a wretched specimen of humanity, and Rainbolt could not suppress a smile as he took in his doleful figure. The strange creature carried a huge knotted club, with which he menaced the ranger. ‘““Whatis your name?’ asked the fierce-look- ing man, abruptly. an name is Rodger Rainbolt—who are you ‘“Solomon Strange, my lord,” the man re- Piet, boastfully. ‘‘I am just from ‘ Merry ngland’ across the water, the water.” ‘A foreigner,” replied the ranger; what brings you here, Mr. Strange?” ‘* Ho! ho! ho! my lord,” he laughed, with an imbecile leer; ‘‘a love for the chase brings me here. In Merry England across the water, I was game-keeper to Oliver Cromwell. Do you know you look so much like my lord Oliver, that I can’t help calling you my lord? Surely, you are some relation to him, to him, my lord.” “None at all,” replied the ranger, much amused; “but you are an aged man to have lived in Cromwell's time.” ‘So Tam, sol am, my lord; but the swiftest that ever came from the land of the Orient— the swiftest of all save your half-brother the Lightning’s bolt.” “Crazy,” muttered the scout, to himself, “ crazy as a loon.” Then he said aloud: “You are a wonderful man, Solomon Strange!” *©So Lam,so Iam, my lord Oliver—Thun- derbolt, I mean; and I can read the past and, future to you, my lord, like an open k, an open book.” “Then perhaps you can tell me where those are I seek?” said the ranger, humoring his crazy whims. ‘Those are I seek?” the man repeated; ‘‘yes, yes, yes; there are five of them, but you need not hunt, my lord. One of them lies dead and buried where you last saw him, and the others are scattered through the mountains.” “Then tell me for what I seek those persons, or something touching my past.” “Tecan tell you something of both, of both, my lord,” said the man, closing his sunken eyes and grasping the knotted staff in both hands. ‘Tn the first question I see a beautiful girl, with golden ringlets and soft blue eyes, Ay, do Inot my lord, do I not?” ~ The ranger started with surprise. Before he could speak, Strange continued: “Yes, yes, it isso, my lord; I see the answer upon your flushed face; and now your past’ yore past, my lord. Ay, itis gloomy, gloomy; see trouble and sorrow in the crow’s feet ~ about r eyes, your eyes, do I not?” “Nevér mind; go on, go on,” replied the ran- ger with a strange curiosity, “and Strange continued: “Yes, trouble and sorrow in the crow’s feet, and what beyond! Ay, a group of men, a military tribunal, a cashiered captain, and who is that wending his way through the bills, the hills,?, Now, now I see, my lord: it is the cap- ‘tain the cashiered captain; and now, what do I see, see emerge from the woods and seize the captain? Ay, it’s a legion of dusky fiends, fiends, and then, ob, then, what beyond that, my lord? A canoe, a canoe drifting, drifting down a wild mountain stream, and in it lies the cashiered captain bound hand and foot, and the canoe with the captain is drifting, drifting to- ward what? Ay, toward death—the falls, the falls— Ob, God! he has gone over, and all be- yond is black, black as—” The man’s words were here cut short by a bul- let whizzing in cldse proximity to his head, close- ly followed by the report of a rifle, Throwing up his hands, he exclaimed: “ Away, Rainbolt, away! the fiends, the fiends are after youagain. Save yourself for the girl’s sake!” and turning, the man glided away into the forest. At this instant, Echo, the eagle, appeared over his master’s head, and uttered a wild scream which the ranger knew to be his signal of approaching danger, and speaking to his ani- mal, he dashed away down the stony hill with a —e of mounted Cheyennes thundering after m, The ranger shaped his course back toward his hidden home, for the language of the madman Solomon Strange, had so fearfully impressed his mind that he could not pursue the search for Silvias father until he had time for reflec- tion. After an hour’s bard riding he entered a level, wooded valley, through which wound the waters of Lodge Pole Creek. He now reined his noble animal to a walk, inasmuch as he had distanced his pursuers, but, suddenly, his eagle came swooping down with the warning cry of danger, and again he rode on at the top of his animal’s speed. He had gone thus some two miles, when he suddenly dashed from the thick timbers into an open plain, and what was his surprise to find himself in the outskirt of an Indian village. It required but a single glance to see that the Indians were Cheyennes, and great was his sur- prise to see Black Bear among them. The ranger’s situation was precarious. He could not turn back without running into the power of those he was fleeing from; nor could he turn tothe right nor the left on account of the almost perpendicular hills on one side and the creek on the other. So there was no alter- native but to ride directly through the heart of the village, and drawing his saber and giving his animal the reins, he dashed on. He was half-way through the village ere the savages discovered the daring ranger in their midst, and was gone like the wind, before they had recovered sufficiently to pursue. CHAPTER X. A MIDNIGHT BURIAL, FRANK and Walter’s captors advanced toward the canoe in which Flick O’Flynn sat, and great
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. 18 was the Irishman’s relief when he saw that they did not penetrate his disguise. For several moments the deaf and dumb In- ‘dian capered around the two young men, hoping togivethem a signal, but unfortunately for him, in cutting these pranks, Walter gave him a kick in the stomach that fairly doubled him on the beach, Presently one of the savages motioned for his supposed deaf and dumb comrade to take a seat in the stern of the canoe, which he accordingly did with a jump. The captives were then placed on the seat next to him, facing the same way. Two of the savages with tomahawks seated themselves fac- ing the captives, while the other two took up the paddles. ‘Holy Vargin!” muttered the Irishman to himself, as the canoe shot out, ‘what if wees overtake the canoe with the rhale Mr, Lo into it? I niver thought of that—wirra!” And this they were quite likely to do, for they moved rapidly down the stream, ow- ever, Flick was not long in making mental preparations for the emergency that was sure to come—and which did come sooner than he thought for. In less than half an hour the canoe rounded an abrupt bend in the stream, and but a few rods in advance of them Flick saw the Indian that he had sent adrift sitting up in the canoe and gesticulating in an excited manner with one hand while with the otber he was trying to paddle the little craft up the stream. Quick as a flash Flick arose to his feet and pointed in an excited manner toward the savage. The two guards turned quickly around to’ see what the mute wished to call their attention to, and at that instint the Irishman drew his shillalah from under his coat, and reaching forward over the captives’ heads, dealt the savages a blow on the head that sent them heels over head into the Medicine Bow. And then he uttered a yell, and springing over tbe captives’ heads, served the two oarsmen a blow on the head that caused them to release their hold on the oars Ae sink down quietly and unconscious at his eet, “ Ay, now,” exclaimed the supposed mute In- dian, turning to the wondering captives, ‘it was a lick on the head wid me shillalah that made _mees known to.the rhed bla’guards, and shill I make meeself known to yees blind jack- asses the same?” “Flick, as lam a confounded fool!” exclaimed Frank. ‘* And it’s a purty mess yees hev got into,” said the Irishman, cutting their bonds, In the mean time the real mute Indian had succeeded in reaching the shore and making his escape. Flick now pitched the two unconscidus oars- men out into.the water, and taking the paddle, sent the craft flying down the stream. In a few minutes an island densely covered with timber was reached, and the party landed and drew the canoe up on the beach. The trio did not strike a fire for fear of at- tracting the attention of the Indians, should any be lurking in the vicinity, and ‘so they were compelled to go without supper. Seating themselves in the shadow of the un- dergrowth, where they could not be seen, they entered inte conversation; but this was soon interrupted by the sound of paddles. Rising to their feet aud looking up-stream, they discovered a cance containing four men coming down toward the island, They listened and discovered that they were whites, but not feeling free to make known their presence until they ascertained whether they were friends or foes, or whether they were going to land on the island or not, they took their weapons and climbed up a large tree that stood in the center of the island aud concealed themselves among the thick boughs, where they could command a view of the canoe and its oc- oe he canoe landed in a few moments, and then came an exclamation: ‘* Hello, boys, here’s a canoe! and what if sum ‘un is onter the island?” ‘¢ Heavens!” exclaimed another, in a tone of fear, ‘‘s’pose you go look ’round an’ see,” ‘*Stpose you go to the deuce, Phil Graball!” fepited the first speaker. ‘*Do you think thet Ebenezer Frogfoot’s goin’ to be a fool and ven- ter out thar alone and git my carcass riddled witb bullets? No, sir-ee, you can’t come thet ame,” “Ye would if ye wer’n’t a coward,” returned Graball. ‘*Humph! Tl bet allthe gold in the—the hills thet you’re afeard ter walk ‘round this ’ere island onc’t,” said the important Ebenezer Frog- foot, * “ Ay, now,” whispered Flick O'Flynn, “‘ they are robbers as mees is a born Irishman.” _ “ And cowards, tvo,” added Walter. “Yes, but keep still; they may do or say something to our benefit,” said Frank. And so they listened and watched. The matter of scouting the island was finally settled by all agreeing to go in a body. So the four brave men got themselves into line, and began beating around through the brush, but they found nothing. ** No one here, thank fortune,” said one of the robbers; ‘*that canoe bas drifted there some time ’r other.” ‘Then let’s bring it ashore,” said another, whereupon they all returned to the canoe, One of their number now lit a Jantern, which sent a red beam of light across the island. Two of the men then took up a dark object from the canoe, and following the one with the lantern, advanced toward the interior of the island, “Here’s the spot,” said the robber witb the light, stopping directly under the tree in which our friends were ensconced. The two with the burden advanced and placed it on the ground at the foot of the tree. Our friends started with a shudder at what they saw. Tt was a beautiful silver-mounted coffin! CHAPTER XI. A MEETING AT THE DEVIL’S TARN. Tum Devil’s Tarn and the Crystal Falls were one and thesame. The latter name had been given the torrent by Rodger Rainbolt, who, as the reader already knows, dwelt in the secret
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. cavern whose entrance was concealed by the falls. To those bates J in the mountains—the hunters, robbers and Indians—the place was known as the Devil’s Tarn, and by this name we will call it hereafter, It was about ‘wo hours of midnight on the same day that Rodger Rainbolt had unexpect- edly rode into the Indian encampment on Lodge Pole, tbat the figure of a man wrapped in a kind of military cloak, and wearing a broad-brimmed hat and pair of bigh-topped boots, and carrying a bull’s-eye lantern, might have been seen pacing toand ‘fro beneath the boughs of a great pine tree that stood but a few feet from the head of the Devil’s Tarn. Presently his keen ear caught the soft tread of moccasined feet, and the next moment a dark hairy figure emerged from the black wood and advanced toward him. The man lifted his lantern and flashed it upon the figure of the new-comer. It was Black Bear, the Cheyenne chief, And the man who held the lantern was Duval Dun- garvon, the robber captain. “Ay, Duval Dungarvon, and so you’re on bas said the chief, seizing the robber by the and, ‘* Yes, my handsome Black Bear, I am always up to time; but where’s the girl?” replied Dun- garvon. a Gone to the devil!” bluntly replied Black ear, ‘Come, now, don’t trifle with me, Blufe Bran- don!” exclaimed the robber captain fiercely, ‘‘ I ask you where the girl is?” ** And I tell you she’s gone to the devil!” re- turned the chief. ‘What do you mean, Brandon?” “Simply what I say; that infernal white ranger, known as Rainbolt, rode into camp, picked up your gir], and—” The robber captain ground his teeth with rage, stautped his foot with fury, and swore a terrible oath. ‘*Come, come, Dungarvon! I am going—” “Yes, yes!” returned Dungarvon savayely “you're always going to do something, J ust ie as any way, the girl’s in California by this ime. “Not a bit of it, Captain Duval,” returned Black Bear; ‘‘that girl is in these ‘ Hills,’ and wherever Rainbolt is, she is also; and I know he is not far away.” “ Well, how do you know?” ‘“ Because he rode right through the heart of our encampment to-day, and—” ‘“* And escaped?” “Yes, escaped.” ‘Ha! ha! bal ba!” laughed the robber cap- tain, his voice ringing out above the roar of the Devil’s Tarn; ‘‘ well, that beats anything on es But, do you know who that ranger s “Yes, your rival for the hand of Silvia San- ford.” “Curse you, Brandon; if it wasn’t for one thing I’d shoot you for your insolence.” “No doubt of it, and it wouldn’t be the de man you'd shoot, either,” returned Black ear. ‘* Well, well, let’s talk business, Black Bear, I’m bound to have that girl if I have to wade through fire and brimstone,” ‘‘ Whew, captain! but you’re desperately in love!” “Tn love!” sneered the captain; “‘ humph! all I want the girl for is to torture Sanford, for I know he worships her like I did the dark-eyed Inez, her mother. He cheated me out of the other girl, and Pll be hanged if he does this one, But if he could jist get hold on old Barker he’d be all right; but Dll see to Barker. For two years he has lain in prison up at my ranch, and seems as though he never will die, He’s nothing but a living skeleton now, and if I wasn’t afraid of needing him some time I’d tumble him into the Dead Gorge. But to business, Now, if you will hunt up and deliver into my hands, at m ranch, within the next. week, Silyia Sanford, will add five thousand more to what I offered you at Omaha. What say you?” ‘Pll do it, if it costs me every brave in my tribe,” replied Black Bear, excited at the liberal reward of his friend. ‘ And there is another thing, Brandon,” said the robber chief; ‘‘I was thinking that, if you were one of my band, as well as an Indian chief, we could throw our forces together and work to a better advantage.” * And I’ve been thinkin’ that I would like to join your order if it wasn’t for your confounded initiatory ceremony.” “*T'll admit it does make a fellow alittle shaky in the joints,” said Dungarvon; ‘‘ but I'll tell you what [ll do. If you will meet me to-morrow noon, at the Lone Pine, I’ll give a synopsis of the ‘ceremony,’ that you will not be unnerved in case you will join us,” “Tl do it!” returned the renegade, emphati- cally. ‘‘' To-morrow noon at Lone Pine, and I'll expect you to tell me the truth in regard to the ‘ceremony,’ for a nice story it would be to get out, that Black Bear, the great Cheyenne chief, had shown the white feather at a cere- mony!” ‘*Ha! ha! ha! Brandon,” Jaughed Dungarvon; ‘you are naturally weak in the joints; but let ‘4 be understood—to-morrow noon, at Lone ine. ‘ ‘*T will not fail you, rest assured,” said Black ear, Dungarvon mounted a horse which he had hitcbed near, and soon he was thundering away over the stony hills, back to his den, Black Bear turned and glided aver through the woods toward his village, and as he did so, a figure—the figure of a tall man, with long, yellow, disheveled hair streaming behind, and carrying a heavy club, crept from the bushes within five feet of where the villains had held their interview, and stole with the silence of a phantom after the chief, his huge club upraised to beat him down, Tt was Solemn Strange, the madman, CHAPTER XII. SILVIA’S TROUBLES, Srrv1a Sanrorp did not spend her days of confinement in the ranger’s home in tears and sorrow, She spent much of her time in wander-
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Ebony Jim's Terror. 17 —_————— ,: wre qe wm on -—- ——r—'™ ing through the cavern, watching the falls and the beautiful trout that gamboled through the erystal waters. t was on the morning following the night of Duval Dungarvon and Black Bear’s meeting, that the falls were parted a short time after sunrise, and a canoe, in which were the ranger and Silvia, and Echo, the eagle, shot out from under the falls and landed on the left bank of the stream. The ranger took Silvia by the hand and as- sisted her on shore, and then led her up the steep, rocky cliff onto the summit of a high ridge overlooking the little valley below, and the distant hills. He seated himself on a large rock, and drew the maidem down by his side. “Now, Miss Sanford,” he said, waving his hand away before ‘him, ‘“‘you can have a fair view of nature in her fresh, morning robes,” Silvia’s eyes took in the landscape before her. ‘*Oh, how grand and beautiful, Mr. Rainbolt,” she murmured, softly. ‘““T was just thinking, Silvia, that if we could always gaze upon the beauties of nature, and enjoy them together as we have this morning, what bliss would be ours,” Silvia’s face flushed, and her heart fluttered wildly and yet strangely to her. With a tremu- lous voice she replied: ‘That could never be, Rodger.” *‘ And why not? There is nothing impossible, Silvia.” ‘*T do not understand you, she said. “Then pardon me, Silvia, for speaking plain- ly what my heart compels me to say,” be said, in a warm, tender voice. ‘'Since I have met youl have learned to love you, as only a true heart can love, Forgive me, Silvia, but I could not keep back this confession, and I pray you will not feel insulted, or as though I were a advantuge of your helplessness. God forbid.” The maiden’s eyes sought the ground shyly. Her heart leaped with strange emotion, but after a few moments’ silence, during which the warm color in her cheeks came and went, she looked up and said: ‘““Why need I disguise my feelings? Oh, Rodger, my heart tells me I love you; but give me one day to answer your question, to—” ‘Yes, dear Silvia, a week, a year, since I have heard from your lips that I am loved!” replied the handsome ranger, his face radiant with joy. There was a momentary silence, broken only by the roar of the falls. The ranger was the first to speak. “Since my heart feels lighter, dear Silvia, since I have sometbing left in the world to hope for now, I feel like another man; yet I am negiecting my duty to you, and so I must leave you now, and go and continue the search for your father, Sball I accompany you into the cavern before I go?” ‘*No, no, Rodger, I will remain here awhile in the cheerful sunshine, aud then I can godown into the cavern alone. Go, and may God speed you,” she replied. The ranger imprinted a warm and ardent kiss upon her brow, then turved, and with Echo perched upon his shoulder, went in search of his pony. Siivia watched bim until he had disappeared; then she seated herself again, and became ab- sorbed in thought. How long she bad remained so she did not know, but presently a soft footstep aroused her from her abstraction, She arose to her feet and turned quickly around, Au Indian woman, whom she at once recognized as Silver Voice, stood before her, Silvia was the first to speak. “ Oh, Silver Voice! it is you who were so kind to me!” ‘** Yes, dear girl,” the woman replied, with much sadness in her voice; ‘but you are look ing happier than when I last saw you.” ‘Really, Silver Voice, I should be miserable eee if 1 had not found a friend,” returned Silvia. “Ah! dear girl, I know why. You have learned to love your handsome rescuer and friend, the ranger, and he loves you. Forgive me, but I stood in the shrubbery and heard his avowal of love and your reply.’ Silvia’s face flushed with anger, - “Do not get angry,” Silver Voice continued “for itis all for your own good, Let me tell you that if ever you marry Rodger Rainbolt you will rue it to the bitter end.” Silver Voice,” cried Silvia, petulantly, ‘ why do you presume to speak so prophetic? You as- tound me!” - ‘*T know I do, but I speak the trutb.” ‘* What do you know of Mr, Rainbolt, Silver Voice?” *T know much—oh, God! much!” she cried, in a tone of sudden agony. * And how do you know it?’ questioned Silvia in surprise. “Take that,” Silver Voice said, handing Sil- via a folded paper, ‘‘and when I am gone read it. It will tell you all you wish to kiow of Rodger Rainbolt.” “And of you?” questioned Silvia, eagerly. “No, You do not wish, you do not need to know more of me than you do ; but promise me that you will not breathe one word in the paper to the ranger.” “T promise you,” said Silvia, scarcely know- ing what she was saying. ‘Then good by; you may never see me again,” said Silver Voice: and turning, she vanished in the forest like a shadow, “* Strange, mysterious woman,” muttered Sil- via; ‘“‘she seems like the vision of a dream to me, But the paper.” She opened it. One side was blank, the other covered with the delicate handwriting of a female, Silvia’s face turned ghastly pale as she glanced at the first words, and by the time she kad fin- ished the first line her whole frame was trem bling violently. But she read on, read on to the end, and then she uttered a low, convulsive cry, and wrung her hands as though a terrible agony was breaking her heart. : “Ob, my God!” she exclaimed. ‘‘Is it possi- ble?’ With her feelings wrought to the ee pitch of excitement, she descended the cliff to the
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water’s edge, and stepped into the canoe to re- turn to the cavern. As she did so, she did not notice that round, dark ball from which shone a pair of burning orbs, resting on the water, yet concealed under the projecting rim of the canoe; nor did she ob- serve how the craft dragaod as it entered be- neath the water when they were parted, with udeadly enemy clinging to its side. CHAPTER XIII. THE MEANING OF THE COFFIN, Frank ARMOND and Walter Lyman felt a chill pass over their frames as they gazed down upon the coffin and the four burly, rough-looking men standing around it, ‘ The Irishman acted quite easy and_indif- ferent about the matter, as he did on all occa- sions, The coffin was small—about the size that a ten year old child would require. For a moment the robbers gazed at it, then one of them asked: “Do ye s’pose the body’s all right into it?” “Ton’t know,” wasthe response, ‘It mou’t hev got shook around; bowever, it won’t take Tong ter look,” and ina few moments the lid was removed, The lantern was lowered as the four men bent over the coffin, and our friends in the tree part- ed the foliage carefully and peered down, eager to get a glimpse of the dead, And true enough they did. The pale, waxen face of a beautiful child, wrapped in a sheet, was revealed to their startled gaze, “Tt’s all right,” growled one of the rob- bers. ‘* Ya-as; put on the lid, and let’s git it sunk quick as possible.” While the robber with the knife was screwing on the lid of the coffin, one of the others went to the canoe and brought a shovel, with which he at once began digging a grave, In a few moments a grave had been dug some three feet deep, and the coffin placed therein, and then covered up—the sods and tufts of grass being replaced so as to conceal every trace of the ground having been disturbed. “That's it!” exclaimed one of the robbers, when their task was finished; “‘the duty o’ the livin’ to the dead is done.” At that instant a wild scream was heard over- head, and, looking up, the robbers, as well as our triends in the tree, beheld that horrible, mysterious creature—the Aerial Demon—float over the island and disappear down fhe stream, It acted like a charm on the rebellious robbers, for they rushed to their canoe, and in a moment were flying upon the stream, fearing to speak above a whisper. As soon as they were out of sight, our friends descended from the tree. Ay, now, and it’s a lovely set of critters they ware,” said the Irishman; ‘‘and it’s mees thet#ll dig up the coffin as soon as daylight cone and look into the mather a leetle, so I i "Tm sure we have seen all that’s to be seen,” said Walter, ‘‘and so let the dead rest.” “There, now, and it’s yees thet know little av Ebony dJim’s Terror. the bloody robber deviltry. There’s a thrick in it, now mind,” As the night was quite warm, Walter and Frank laid down upon the ground and soon fell i os leaving Flick on guard. When they awoke in the morning the sun was up, and the first thing they saw was Flick O'Flynn just lifting the coffin out the grave. ‘‘Humph! I suppose you are satisfied now you’ve dug up the body,” said Walter, rising to his feet, “Nary bit av it, Misther Walter, I haven’t see’d inside yet,” said the Irishman, as he began to unscrew the lid, Walter and Frank came and stood by and watched bim perform the operation with no lit- tle curiosity. The last screw removed, the lid was lifted and— There was the pale waxen face of the dead upturned to the clear morning sun, with the flaxen-white hair clustered about the face. ‘*T suppose youare satisfied now,” said Frank, Flick burst into a loud laugh and replied: “ Ay, and it’s blind yees are. Can’t yees see the thrick?” “ Trick ? no, what do you mean, O'Flynn?” asked Frank, “ That, now!” replied the Irishman, and he clutched his fingers in the silken hair of the corpse and held up to the astonished gaze of the young men the trunkless head of a WAX-FIG- URE! He now laid down the waxen head and pro- ceeded to unroll whatappeared the body wrapped in a white sheet. Fold after fold was unrolled, until finally a small leather bag, filled with some hard metal rolled out. Flick seized the bag, and taking up his knife cut it open, and then turning it up he poured into the coffin a great heap of gold coin. “Thet’s the body,” said Flick, a grin of tri- umph overspreading bis broad, florid face. ‘Yes, yes, yes,” replied Frank, “‘ and a clever trick it is. ‘‘ But why do they take so much trouble in burying their gold?” “Thinking, thet if any greenhorn like yeselfs should rhun ag’inst the coffin and open it, see the dead face, or wax-figure in’t, they would misthrust nothing—put it back and go their way jist as yees would have done ia this case,” Flick now filled the leather bag with pebbles, wrapped it in the old ragged clothes taken from the mute half-breed, and stuffed it back into the coffin with the wax-figure. He then consigned the coffin to the earth again—covered it over and smoothed down the sods, The three pocketed their gold, the generous Irishman having insisted on dividing it equally, which proved no little incumbrance as well as fortune, and taking up their arms crossed over to the mainland. By this time long fasting was beginning to tell upon their strength, and it was at once decided to procure something to appease their gnawing hunger. A few minutes’ hunting resulted in Flick shoot- ing a fawn, a portion of which was at once roasted. After the meal had been dispatched, another slice of meat was cooked and stowed away in the young sportsmen’s game-bags for future use,
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. — 19. Feeling much refreshed they now continued their journey through the hills, and ere long dis- covered an Indian trail. The party at once set off to follow it, and pur- sued rapidly until it entered a deep, black de- file where the growth of heavy pines almost ex- cluded the rays of the sun. ‘Faith, and it’s not the farst time thet mees hev been through bere,” said Flick; ‘‘ and every time I could imagine thet mees felt the icy fin- gers av Old Nick upon me. ’ Scarcely had the Jast words left bis lips than a huge, dusky hand was thrust down from among the foliage of the low, drooping boughs under which he was passing—clutched him with its cold, bony fingers by the nape of the neck, and drew him from the ground, up among the dark boughs with the quickness of a flash, CHAPTER XIV. THE TRAGEDY IN THE FOREST GLADE. LIKE a phantom the tall form of Solomon eoange glided through the forest after Black ear, Now and then the renegade would stop and gaze around him as though he felt a presenti- ment of lurking danger, and then again move on, Half a mile from the Indian encampment was a little glade through which ran the trail the chief was following. As he neared the edge of it, the madman quickened his pace, and just as the renegade stepped into the moonlit space, a wild voice called out: “c Stop The renegade involuntarily stopped and turned around At this moment the tall form of Solomon Strange sprung from the forest shadows, and dealt the chief a blow with his club that felled him lifeless at his feet. Bending over the prostrate form, he scruti- nized it. ‘Yes, life is extinct,” muttered be, and dropping upon his knees he began remoying the bear’s skin from his body. This done, a low, triumphant laugh escaped Solomon Strange’s lips, and he lifted the lifeless form in his arms and carried it a short ways into the woods and hurled it down into a deep, black gorge. Ten minutes later, a dark, hairy form ap- peared in the glade. It was the form of Solo- mon Strange disguised in the bear’s skin. No one could have told him from Blufe Bran- don. Their movements were similar, and their size exactly the same. “So far I have been successful,” he mur- mured, ‘I stand in Black Bear’s disguise; and now if I can only have the nerve and cunning to occupy his position among the red-skins for a few days, I will make these old hills stand aghast with wonder and startling revelations. The Cheyenne tongue i can handle to a demon- stration, and I believe I can imitate Black Bear’s voice exactly. ‘And then, there’s Duval Dungarvon; but I can hoodwink him easy enough. Yes. to-mor- row noon [ will meet him at the Lone Pine, get a synopsis of the ‘ initiatory ceremony’ into the order of road-agents and cut-throats. Ah, Solomon Strange! a desperate game is yours, and for what?—to solve a dark mystery, and rub out the stains of a dark crime that lays con- cealed behind it, but—” His musings were here brought to an abrupt termination, by suddenly entering the opening in which stood the Indian encampment, while a few paces off sat an Indian sentinel. “Will he challenge me?” the false chief men- tally asked, Then he knew that the sentinel would ses that it was Black Bear’s disguise, and allow him to pass, And so he did, with only a low, guttural exclamation at sight of the great chief. As Strange entered the outskirts of the vil- lage, he saw that a large fire was burning in front of the council-lodge, and that a number of warriors were singing and dancing around it. “T’l] swow,” muttered Strange, ‘I’m going to be drawn right into business the first thing. I'd rather kept a little to myself a_day or so, until I got the exact run of things—Heavens!” Af if to favor his wish, at this moment a wild scream was heard overhead, and lifting bis eyes, the mysterious Solomon Strange beheld the Aerial Demon floating over the village; so hor- rifying in its appearance, that his blood seemed turned to ice, Had a bomb-shell exploded in the midst of the exultant warriors that were dancing around the council-fire, they would not have scattered and fled in greater fear and terror. The moment that the false Black Bear saw the young warriors flee with terror to their respec- tive lodges, he hurried across the square and en- tered the lodge to the right of the Council-House which he knew to be the renegade’s. All was dark within this lodge, so Strange went and procured a torch from the deserted council-fire. With it, he rummaged the room, making bimself acquainted with every thing, nook and corner within it. He then extinguished the torch, threw himself upon a couch of skins in one corner, and curious to say, this mysterious madman, who, after all, was not a madman, fell asleep and slept soundly until morning. He was awakened by the sound of voices without, and rising from his couch, he peered out, At this moment, a light footstep was heard ap- proaching, The skin hanging at the door of his lodge was raised, and a beautiful Indian woman entered, carrying upon a tray of woven rushes some slices of venison and roasted fish. It was the wife of Allacotah, Silver Voice. Solomon Strange started like a wild man at sight of the woman, but she failed to notice it. “The chief of the Cheyennes must be hungry, since he had no supper,” said Silver Voice, hand- ing him the venison and fish. Again Solomon Strange started—this time at sound of the woman’s voice, though bis disguise concealed his emotion. As he took the provi- sion, however, Silver Voice caught sight of his eyes that glowed like burning coals of fire through the hairy mask, and caused a strange feeling to pervade her breast. “Yes, Black Bear is quite hungry,” Strange replied, watching to seeif his voice attracted her notice,
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50 ' Ebony Jim’s Terror. It did. The woman started and turned to flee with sudden fear. “You are not Blufe Brandon!” she ex- claimed. Solomon Strange seized her by the arm and prevented her escape. Then he stooped and whispered something in her ear, Sie would have involuntarily screamed, but Strange placed his claw-clad hand over her mouth and pre- vented ber. “Hush! for God’s sake!” he exclaimed in an undertone, “do not expose me but help me,” Here was more mystery. What could this straage, wild man be to Silver Voice? And what she to him? And why did he have the power to hold her spell-bound—speechless? Alas! why, and for what? For fully ten minutes Silver Voice remained in the lodge with the false chief, in a low and earnest conversation, Then she went out and returned to her own lodge to the left of the council-lodge, Presently her husband, Allacotah, entered Black Bear’s tent. He found the supposed great chief lying upon the couch of skins, “Ts the great Black Bear unwell?” asked the young chief. “ He is,” returned Solomon Strange, hoarsely ; It hurts bim tospeak. Heis hoarse, but he wish- ed tospeak to the brave young chief, Allacutah.” “The ears of Allacotah are open,” returned the young chief: ‘‘he hearkens to the voice of the great Black Bear.” “Since Lam unable to take the war-path,” began Solomon Strange, his hoarseness seeming to grow worsa each moment, ‘‘ I want the brave young Allacctah to take all my warriors and go away into the hills toward the rising sun and search for the whits maiden. Should you find her, harm nota hair of her head, or the ven- geance of the great Manitou will rest upon you. Should you find any pale-faces, harm them not, but bring them before Black Bear, even the great White Ranger whose sword has slain our braves in the heart of our encampment, Black Bear has spoken.” * Allacotah has heard, and will do his bid- ding with joy and pride,” returned Allacotah, “but he is sorry the great chief is unwell, and can not lead his warriors upon the trail, But he must rest and he will be well soon. Alla- cotah has spoken,” The young chief turned and left the tent, and ina few moments the wildest excitement pre- vailed throughout the village, Laughing to hiraself at his novel situation and splendid suc- cess, Solomon Strange peered out at a hole in his lodge, and saw that Allacotah was gathering his warriors for the war-path. Tn less than an hour every warrior able to bear arms had left the village. Black Bear, or Solomon Strange now arose and walked away through the encampment and plunged into the woods. He was on his way to Lone Pine to meet Duval Dungarvon. CHAPTER XV. SILVIA’S PERILS, SILVIA paddled the canoe, with the Cheyenne concealed under its projecting rim, under the falls; and having landed, she raised the sweep to let the waters close, then she took the lamp from where the ranger had left it ina niche, and wended her way back to her apartment, seated herself and burst into tears. The discovery that she had made had sorely wounded her young, loving heart, and left her confused mind wrapped in blind mystery. Purle, the panther, was crouched at her feet and as her eyes sought the floor, the animal started up, his ears laid back like those of a maddened cat, bis tail moving slowly from ade to side, and his eyes glaring like coals of re, Silvia looked in the direction indicated by his burning gaze, and to her horror she beheld a Cheyenne Indian gazing in upon her from the door of the apartment, Silvia uttered a low sob and fell unconscious to the floor with affright, the paper falling on the table by the lamp. The savage, not seeing the panther, advanced into the room, but the next instant the beast leaped forward and dragged him to the floor, A fierce struggle ensued. But it was as brief as decisive, The panther tore the savage almost into shreds, A few minutes later a footstep sounded in the rocky hall. The next moment Rodger Rainbolt entered ths room, As his eyes fell upon the mutilated form of the savage, the prostrate form of Silvia, the blood upon the panther’s jowls, the paper upon the table by the lamp, he staggered under the sight. Springing forward, he raised Silvia tenderly in his arms and placed her upon the couch in the corner. He then turned to change the light in a better position, and as he did so the paper ar- rested bis attention, He glanced at the first word. A ery burst from his lips. His eyos became fixed upon the paper like one ina trance, He could not, he did not move them, until he bad read the last word, Then he turned away, his whole frame trem- bling violently. He removed the body of the savage; then, taking a vessel, hurried down to the falls to bring some cool water with which to bathe the brow of the maiden, When be returned he was surprised to find her recovered, and sitting up on the bed, gazing about in a kind of bewilderment, ‘Silvia, my darling!” exclaimed the ranger. She looked around, her senses returning. ‘*Oh, Rodger!” she exclaimed, springing from the couch and snatching the paper; “but you must not see it,” “But [ have seen it, Silvia.” “ And read it?” a“ Yes.” ‘Oh, Rodger! I promised never to breathe a word of it to you.” “Promised who?” “Silver Voice, the Indian woman, the wife of Allacotah,” “You have kept your promise, Silvia. I saw the paper by accident.” “Then you know all, Roger?” “ Yes, Silvia; but how came you to get the paper from the Indian woman, and where?” Silvia told bim all.
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. ei The ranger sighed painfully, He was silent for a moment, then said; “ But, Silvia, this paper isa falsehood. I will admit that | have been married to a woman that was an angel, but were she living I would not be here. 0, no, Silvia! God knows I loved my wife—yes, adored her, worshiped her; but a cruel fate separated us; death took my darling wife, and in you, Silvia, I had hoped to find her equal.” ‘* But you bave no proof, Rodger, to prove to me that the statement in this paper is untrue— that your wife zs dead.” “T can procure evidence, Silvia, in an hour— yes, in a moment, to prove to you that my wife ts dead, But tell me, my dear Silvia, does the handwriting of this note resemble any person’s handwrite that you know?’ and he handed her the note. Silvia took the paper and examined the writ- ing closely. A shade of sadness came over her face as she replied: ‘Yes, Rodger, it resembles my poor sister Florence’s writing a great deal, though she was a better writer.” ‘Then you have a sister?” ‘*T had, but poor Florence is dead now.” ** Are you certain that she is dead?” the ran- ger asked, “* Why. Rodger, you are getting excited,” she replied, with much surprise at the ranger’s ques- tion. ‘‘Of course, I would not tell you a false- hood about my sister being dead, since it is noth- ing to you.” “ But it is something to me, Silvia—it is some- thing to me; but let us drop the question before it gets to be painful, I must go and search for your father and that Indian woman who gave you the peper. Have you any fears to remain here alone?’ i ** None at all, since I have such a noble com- panion and protector as Purle, the panther.” “Then { will take my departure, entertaining hopes that the mystery that enshrouds us will be cleared away, and that I may yet insist for an answer to the question of my love for you,” said the ranger, and as he concluded he turned and left the maiden alone. When his footsteps had died away in the dis- tant hall, Silvia threw herself upon her couch, and wept bitterly, y CHAPTER XVI. DUVAL DUNGARVON AND BLACK BEAR AT THE LONE PINE, Tu sun had just crossed the meridian, on the day set for the meeting of Duval Dungarvon and Black Bear at the Lone Pine, when Solo- mon Strange, in Black Bear’s disguise, emerged from the forest on the south side of the glade, and stopped beneath the Lone Pine. He had not been there more than an hour, when Duval Dungarvon emerged from the for- est and advanced toward him. ‘Here we are ag’in,” exclaimed Solomon paras quite hoarse. » “Yes,” replied the robber-captain; ‘ but what's the matter, Brandon, you talk so hoarse?” “Matter enuff,” returned the false Black Bear, ‘TI catched a devil of a cold last night at the Deyil’s Tarn, ness,”” “Now, if I tell you, Brandon, you must never breathe it to a living soul, for it is in strict violation of our laws to do so,” “You needn’t be atraid of me tellin’, Dun- garvon. Goon with your story,” The robber-captain began, and in a few mo ments he had related the whole of their proceed- ings in initiating a man into their band of Mountain Men, or robbers, aud concluded by saying: ‘Suppose you go in to-night?” “Can jist as well as not,” replied Strange, “though there is one thing I had forgotten to mention.” “Well, let’s have it,” “T shall insist on keeping my bearskin on at the ranch.” “Of course! We wouldn’t know that the great Black Bear was among us unless you wore it,” returned Dungarvon. ‘*Then I am ready to go with you.” The two arose, and at once set off toward the robber’s ranch. As they walked along, conversing on different topics, Strange finally said: ‘You have never told me, Dungarvon, why it is that you hate this man Sanford so bitterly. “No, I tell very few, because I don’t want everybody to know, for then it would be no secret, and that’s the beauty of it.” “Yes; but tell it to me,.Dungarvon,” said Strange. ‘“Well, tomake a short story out of a long one, Sanford and I both loved the same woman, a Creole of New Orleans. Ste would have mar- ried me, but Sanford, curse him! told her I was the son of an Italian brigand, and so won her, In the course of time they had two children, Florence and Silvia, Wayland Sgnford went to California during the gold-fever, and I followed, waiting fora chance to take his life, After a time the chance came, Sanford quarreled with a miner, and publicly threatened his life. That night the miner was killed. Of course J did it, but 1 was detected in the act by one of San- ford’s friends, I threw tke man down the shaft and left him there, Sanford was arrested for the crime, but escaped, and flew no one knew where. I followed, but failed to find my man. “T Jeft California, and, seeing that money could be made, organized the band I now cotna- mand, and we have been operating the route ever since, “Some time after I began, a regiment of troops came into the region, and fearing they were after me, I went in disguise to the camp, and sought an interview with the colonel. You can imagine my anions when I found i face to face with Wayland Sanford, colonel commanding the regiment! “He knew me, and, fearful that I would blow on him, asked the price of my silence, “T knew Inez was dead, so I demanded the daughter, Florence, for my wife. He storned and swore; offered ten thousand dollars, but I laughed at bim, and to end the matter, he final- ly gave in and wrote to his daughter that he had made an engagement for her band with a particular friend, The girl declined the honor, But come; let’s to busi-
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22 and answered that she was engaged to an officer in his regiment, one Captain Warren Walraven. “T told Sanford I could fix him, and so I sat down and wrote a letter, forged the handwrit- ing from Walraven to Blufe Brandon, chief of the Cheyennes, in which he offered to sell the command into his power, This I dropped where one of Sanford’s scouts found it and gave it to the colonel. ‘‘Walraven was court-martialed and dis- missed the service. The next day he, with his nigger servant, Ebony Jim, started for Laramie, where Florence was. I captured him on his way—the nigger escaped—and taking him to Devil’s Tarn, I put him in a canoe and started him adrift over the falls. That ended him, “Sanford wrote to his daughter, telling her all about Walraven, how he was cashiered and killed by the Indians, but she had suddenly dis- appeared from the fort, and was seen no more, Her skeleton, however, was found in an old well near the fort a year or soafterward. About a year after that I entrapped a traveler, who proved to be the very man, Barker, whom I had thrown down the shaft!” “And you hold him a prisoner yet?” asked Black Bear. “You bet, though he can’t last a week longer. A few weeks since I heard Sanford was at Oma- ha, and you know the rest. But here we are at the ranch.” Thay stood at the mouth of the cavern where- in Willis and Ralph had been captured. A sen- tinel was posted at the entrance, who demanded the password from Dungarvon before he was al- lowed to pass with the supposed Black Bear, it baing so dark by this time that the sentinel could not distinguish the features of the cap- tain. Passing along the narrow cavern a short ways, the captain stopped and placed his hand in a small niche in the rocky wall. Immediately the wall seemed to part with a heavy, grating noise. “This way, Brandon,” said the robber chief, and the two stepped through the aperture in the wallinto asmall but brilliantly-lighted cham- ber. Then the captain touched a small, project- ing rock on the wall, when the two walls rolled together again, and there was no sign of the aperture through which they had passed, “This,” said Dungarvon, turning to his com- panion, ‘‘is my privateapartment, and you may now consider yourself, Black Bear, in the Lodge of Mountain Men, from which yon will never go alive until you have been initiated into the brotherhood.” CHAPTER XVII. AN ADVENTURE IN THE DARK. Hsony Jim had not remained in his conceal- ment among the foliage more than a minute when he recognized the voice of his old friend, Flick O'Flynn, among the three whom he at first took for robbers, but who in fact were O'Flynn, Frank Armond and Walter Lyman. Ebony was in the act of springing to the fre ta and making his presence known, when e Irishman’s remark— which caught the Ebony Jim’s Terror. negro’s ears—of the place through which they were pst being so gloomy, and that he im- agined he felt the icy fingers of the Old Nick upon bim, suggested a practical joke to his mind, Waiting until the trio were directly under him, he thrust his hand down through the foliage, and seizing the loquacious O’Flynn by the neck, jerked him from the ground and up among the foliage with the quickness of thought, Flick gave vent toa furious yell, and drop- ping his rifle drew his knife, supposing that he was in the hands of the Old Boy, sure enough. But what was his surprise, when, on turning to deal a deadly blow, he saw Ebony seated before him, his sable face conyulsed with laugh- Tr. “Faith, and mees hev a notion to give yees a dig wath this knife, sol hev; but niver mind, there’s a rheckoning coming, so there is,” But how haditfared with Frank and Wal- ter? tg saw the negro’s hand thrust down, saw Flick lifted from the ground, heard his frightful scream, and, without a second look or thought, took to their heels and fled with all possible speed over the hill, But, unfortunately, they ran right from safety into danger. They had not gone more than a mile when they discovered a party of mounted Cheyennes charging directly toward them. Instantly Frank’s rifle was to his face, and he shot, in quick succession, two of the leading savages. He was quickly surrounded by the whole party, which gave Walter an opportunity to escape, which he did. Frank was tied upon one of the ponies, and immediately the Indians, a score in all, mounted their animals and set off toward the north, moving iu regular Indian file, one after the other, Frank being next to the foremost one, who led his—the captive’s—pony. They seemed in no burry, moving along quite leisurely, However, they failed to discover two figures that were stealing after them like shadows, Slowly the day wore away. Night came on, Frank strained his eyes in hopes of catching a glimpse of some friendly form moving through the gloom. Suddenly he heard a slight noise before him, He fixed his eyes on the gloom in advance, Just then the animal of the preceding and foremost captor flitted across a patch of moonlight struggling feebly down through the oponing in the tree-tops. The captive started with wonder and sur- prise. The animal was riderless ! Not one of the savages behind had discovered the sudden, silent and raysterious disappearance of their leader. Again the preceding animal crossed a patch of moonlight, and still greater was his surprise, when he recognized by a kind of phosphorescent — the form of Flick O'Flynn seated upon its ae. Then the truth flashed upon his mind. Flick, the brave and noble hunter, had escaped, fol- lowed his, Frank’s, captors, and with the silence of death had dragged the savage from his pony, prey atched him and mounted the animal him- se
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. 23 “What does the man mean?’ mused Frank; ‘what next will hedo— Oh!” The exclamation involuntarily escaped his lips, but it was drowned in the noise of the ani- mals’ feet. In passing under some low, droop- ing boughs, where the gloom was impenetrable to the human eye, Frank felt a heavy form drop from the limbs overhead behind him on the animal he was riding, and the captive felt that his bonds were being cut. , ‘Wor heaben’s sake don’t breafe! it’sdis black 5a rank recognized the voice as that of Ebony Jim, and he at once realized the situation of affairs, ‘Dar, take dat,” whispered the darky, plac- ing a knife in Frank’s hand, ‘‘ and loosen your feet.” Frank leaned over and cut the thongs, So far he was free. A moment later there were heard the hasty footfalls of hurrying feet. The escape was not discovered for some mo- ments, aad then a hurried but vain search was commenced by the Indians. Frank was saved by as bold, silent and daring a stratagem as was ever conceived by the fearless borderman. Fortunately, Frank’s rifle, accouterments and coat were restored to him, they baving been in possession of the unfortunate chief, whom the two hunters dragged from his pony unseen, The rest of his things, including his share of the robbers’ gold, were lost. Matters being explained all around, the three set off through the forest in hopes of finding Walter. They had not traveled far, when they discov- ered that they were being followed, while in every direction they could hear the hooting of owls, the cry of the night-hawk, and the sharp barking of the wolf, To Frank these sounds seemed natural] enough, but to the two hunters they did not, for they knew that they were the signals of the Indians. * Ay, now!” exclaimed O’Flynn, “and it’s a divil av a time wees are going to have. The whole Cheyenne nation is in these hills, so they are,” “Spose we strike fur de Bear’s Cave,” said Ebony Jim. “Aghrade,” responded the Irishman, and so they shaped their course accordingly. In a few minutes the cavern in question was reached, and taking the lead, Ebony Jim led the way into the black subterranean passage. They had not gone more than fifty feet when a glowing fire, in a chamber to their right, burst suddenly upon their eyes and within the light of the fire, they saw three men seated, engaged in conversation. CHAPTER XVIII. IN THE ROBBER’S RANCH, SoLoMON STRANGE felt a cold chill creep over him as he seated himself in the robber captain’s private apartment, which was furnished with all the elegance that heart could wish and gold procure. An oil lamp was burning on a chintz- covered stand, lighting up the room, ** You've a cosey lair here, Dungarvon,” said Poth gazing around, with apparent admir- ation, ‘‘Yes, one into which I defy the lightning’s bolt to enter,” returned the captain. “Roderick, bring me and the great chief, Black Bear, some supper at once,” The youth turned and left the room, the walls closing after him, ‘* That?’s our cook,” said the chief robber. Presently Roderick returned with a well pre- pared lunch, which the robber captain and his guest ate with a keen appetite. After the meal bad been dispatched, Dungar- von said: ‘* Now we are ready for business, Brandon; but excuse me for a moment,” and he passed out through the opening through which Roderick had come and gone. ‘“Well, that beats me,” muttered Strange, when he found himself alone; “‘ the idea of these rocky walls parting at the touch of their in- mates. Wonder if they will part at my touch?” and rising, he advanced to the wall through which they had entered the room, and touched the little projecting rock that be had seen Duval touch when they entered, expecting to see the wall roll back, But he was disap- pointed; they remained immovable as the rock of ages, and after several fruitless efforts to pos- sess himself of the secret, he took bis seat. A few minutes later Dungarvon entered the room, followed by a score of his men, rough, burly-looking fellows, Dungarvon introduced his men to the suppos- ed Black Bear, then said: ‘“Well, Brandon, we’re ready.” * And so am I,” returned Strange. . ‘Then advance through that opening into the adjoining chamber nine paces and stop,” said the chief. Strange advanced into the chamber, which was black as Hades, and which, from the hol- low, sepulchral echo of his footfalls, he knew was large and capacious. Had it been the real Blufe Brandon, his cowardly heart would have shrunk with terror, knowing what was eoming. Through the dark nine paces, Solomon Strange groped his way, then stopped. At that instant the room was suddenly lit up by a glowing light from behind, And, horrors! He stood on one side of a long table, while facing him on tbe other side, sat, bolt upright, in arm-chairs, with black cloaks thrown over their shoulders, a dozen human skeletons glar- ing at him in a ghastly, borrifying manner, The instant the light had flashed upon the ghastly figures before him, the one in the center arose to a standing posture, as though possessed of life. The grinning mouth was opened, and then these words seemed to fall from his lips, hollow and sepulchral. ‘‘Bluford Brandon, are you aware of what you have done? do you know that you have en- tered the Brotherhood of Mountain Men? If you do, beware!” and the figure raised its bony hand in which it clutched the glittering dagger as if to strike, then it fell at its side again, Then each of the other ghastly figures raised their glittering daggers, and as they dropped again, they seemed to repeat, in one voice: “Beware!” The standing figure then went on;
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24 Ebony Jim’s Terror. “Look at these glasses, Bluford Brandon; they contain the blood of those who once were Mountain Men—the blood of those who stand before you, those who were once as you now are; but we were traitors; we essayed to betray our brothers into the hands of the Government detectives; but, ah! the vengeance of the bro- therhood fell upon us, and sapped our life-blood out, and left us what you see us—a ghastly warning to others! And now again I say, be- ware!” ‘* Beware!” chattered the other figures. At this instant the room was wrapped in blinding darkness. Then Strange distinguished the light footfalls of hurrying feet. He heard the robbers removing the ghastly figures, and the ventriloquist that had put the words of life in their mouths, scrambling from under the table, where he had been concealed with others of the robbers, who, with wire connections, had raised the arms of the skeletons. Presently all became silent, then the light flashed through the chamber again, and in the chairs where the skeletons had sat, Solomon Strange saw a number of robbers seated, while, where the figure stood, Duval Dungarvon was standing. The robbers held in their hands the goblets of red, sparkling wine, which, as they lifted to their lips, re ee said; “Here’s to Black Bear, the at Cheyenne chief, our new and distinguished member of the Brotherhood of Mountain Men,” and as he con- cluded, they passed the goblets to their lips and drank. “ Now come, Black Bear,” said Dungarvon, taking that supposed worn? by the skin-clad arm, “and [ will show you through our ranch, and the secrets connected with it.” The two crossed the wide chamber, which Dungarvon had designated the ‘ Cloister of the Ghouls,” and entered a smaller apartment that was brilliantly lighted. They passed into another apartment, “Now I will show you how we make our doors open and close,” he said. “You see this small projection; by pushing on it when the door is open, it will close: and by Fea upon it, it will open the door, thus,” and the robber chief illustrated the matter, by causing the wall to roll apart, and then shut again. Now see, Brandon, if you can open and shut the door.” The supposed Brandon seized hold of the pro- jection and pulled toward him. A thrill of jo’ through his frame as the heavy wal rolled apart. Then he pressed upon the prcjec- tion, and they closed again, ‘Now I have one more apartment to show ‘ou, Blufe, and that’s what we call the ‘ Dead ll,’ where Old Barker and the two Omaha ‘larks’ are consigned.” Procuring a lantern, the robber captain and his friend passed out into the main entrance. This they followed some distance until they came to where a wall, crossing the passage at right angles, disputed their further entrance. “ This,” said Dungarvon, tapping the wall be- fore them, ‘' is the door to the ‘ Dead Fall.’ See here, By pressing a spring in this niche, the door is unlocked, and by pressing another in this ¥ niche, the door rolls back into a cavity in the wall and the passage is continued. No one not acquainted with the cavern would ever know but what the passage terminates bere, Shall we enter the Dead Fall?” “Certainly,” returned Strange; “by all means, I should like to see the man that was thrown into a fifty-foot shaft and climbed out alive.” The robber captain opened the door and they advanced into the great chamber, wherein Willis and Ralph had been entrapped, and where they were now imprisoned with Barker, Closing the door after them, they advanced to where the prisoners lay upon a couch of old skins. They all arose to a sitting posture when they heard the two men entering. Willis and Ralph looked sad and dejected, but Barker! God of mercy! he resembled a skeleton more than abuman, He was wasted away to a mere shadow, while long beard and hair of snowy whiteness hung down upon his breast and shoulders. His hands were like the claws of an eagle, and with a wild expression, In a moment more the robber-chief and his companion left the Dead Fall. When they had ge back into the captain’s room, a fresh ttle of brandy was brought out and placed upon the table, Drawing the cork, the robber-chief passed the bottle over to Strange, saying: ‘Here, Brandon, take the golden nectar right from Black Betty’s lips—no use foolin’ with goblets.” Strange took up the bottle, and while the captain’s eyes were turned, he managed to pour half the contents on the floor under pretense of drinking, then passed the bottle back to Dun- garvon. The captain took it, and holding it up be- tween his eyes and the light, exclaimed with a drunken leer: “By Jove, Brandon, you have Fd a lip for glory, and now I’ll show you that I can swamp the other half,” and so saying, he turned the bottle to his lips and emptied it. Strange chuckled to himself, as the captain staggered to a chair, saying: “Thats it, Blufe, you're (hic) a jolly dog of a boy. Just look in the alcove (hic) and get an- other Black Betty.” But before the bottle could be brought, the robber rolled upon the floor like a dead man, ‘Thank God! ny time has come,” muttered panes to himself, And taking up the rob- ber’s lantern he lit it. In one corner of tho room stood a number of rifles with powder- horns and shot-pouches buvg upon them, Strange selected three of the finest-looking, one of which proved to be Willis Armond’s repeat- ing rifle, and taking them in his arms he opened the outlet in the wall and passed out into the main entrance. He then leaned the rifles against the wall, and turning moved toward the Dead Fall, In a moment he had reached the door, and pressing the two springs it rolled back into the wall. He entered the room and stood before the prisoners, : ‘Barker, Armond, Rodman, come,” he said, speaking hastily, ‘‘ come, if you wish to escape!” =
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= Ebony Jim’s Terror. 26 ‘¢ And, in the name of God, who are you that speaks thus,” gasped Wills, starting up at the sound of the man’s voice; ‘are you a beast, or are you a human in disguise?” “T’'m a friend. Let that suffice. say, come.” Strange led the way and the three prisoners arose and followed him, though the young men were compelled to assist Barker. In a moment they came to where Strange had left the guns. “Here are rifles and ammunition,” he said, Landing each of them a weapon, “and here is my hunting-knife. Now wait here a moment.” e opened the walls and passed into Dungar- von’s room, and returned in a moment with a bottle of brandy. “Here, boys, take this, It will strengthen you,” he said, ‘At the door or mouth of the cavern 1s a sentinel. Should he demand a pass- word, say to him ‘Golden,’ Should he receg- nize you in the dark, knock him down and fly. One word more. Barker, do you know where the Devil’s Tarn is?” “Yes,” returned Barker, **Meet me there to-morrow evening. fail. Go,” The prisoners moved along the dark passage, wondering who their strange deliverer could be, At the mouth of the cavern they found the wary sentinel sound asleep, and passing him, they plunged out into the free air of heaven, Strange waited until they had had time to make their escape, then he turned and moved back to the door of the Dead Fall. He saw that it was fastened, then be placed his finger into the niche and tore out the spring that unlocked it, His work for the night was accomplished. The door to the Dead Fall could never be opened until it was battered down with sledges, and consequently, the robbers would never know but that the prisoners were still in there. Softly Solemn Strange stole back into the robber-captain’s room, and having put out the lantern, he stretched himself upon the carpeted floor, and soon fell asleep. When he awoke it was daylight, though no ray of sunshine ever shone in the cavern. Lamps furnished the only light there. Dungar- von had slept off the effectof his night’s carouse, and when _ his guest awoke he found him sea'ed by the table, reading a paper that one of his spies had brought in from Cheyenne City dur- os the night, reakfast was brought in to the captain and his guest, the other robbers dining in the Clois- ter of the Ghouls, After their morning repast was over the false Black Bear took his departure for the Indian encampment, having expressed a hope that when he came _ back to the ranch he would have Silvia Sanford to hand over to the robber cap- tain, Ten minutos passed by, then he appeared again. But he was not in the disguise of the Black Bear. He wore his own ragged garments, and carried his heavy, knotted club. For a moment he stood and gazed around him, then he strode away to- ward the west, his long yellow hair and whis- kers streaming in the wind. He had not gone far when his ears caught the Come, I Don’t sound of clattering hoofs, He looked down the path before him, and saw Rodger Rainbolt, the ranger, coming toward him, Stopping, he placed one foot in advance of the other, seized his club in both hands, and swing- ing it aloft, cried out; “Stop, stop! stop, my lord, or Tll beat you, beat you down!” CHAPTER XIX, A CHIEF’S DEATH. Ir required but a single glance for Frank Ar- mond to recognize two of the three men seated. around the glowing fire iu the cavern, called by the two bunters Bear’s Cave, They were Ralph Rodman and his brother, Willis. The third per- son, the reader will readily guess, was Gustave Barker. A shout of joy escaped Frank’s lips when he saw his friend and brother were safe, In a moment they were grouped arcund the fire, greeting each other as though they had been separated for years, ‘*¢ But where is Walter?” asked Willis. “The good Lord only knows!” responded Frank; ‘‘he became separated from me to-da while being pursued by a band of Indians. hope, however, he is safe.” And now, jis’ tell dis chile how ye ‘cape from Je robbers, den,” said Ebony. ‘Well, we escaped to-night by the assistance of aman disguised ina bear’s skin, and whom the robber captain called Black Bear,” returned Willis; then turning to Barker, he continued: “This Mr. Barker escaped with us. He bad been a prisoner there for three years, He knew Uncle Wayland Sanford, Frank, years ago in California.” ‘‘Tam happy to meet the friend of my dear old uncie,” said Frank, grasping the thin, cold hand of Barker, “but of course, Willis bas told you of Uncle Wayland’s sudden and mysterious death,” “Yes, my young friend, and I would have given my life to have seen your uncle before his death,” returned Barker. ‘*-You must have ‘cherished a great affection for him, Mr, Barker.” “Not only that, young man, but I hold a secret that would have prolonged his life twenty years, Barker began and related the story of Way- land Sanford being convicted of murder at Miner’s Gulch on the Yuba, through the instru- mentality of Duval Dungarvon, as the reader has already heard it from the lips of Dungarvon himself, Then he told how he had Jain basting and mangled in the shaft for five days before he was taken out, more dead than alive, to find both Sanford and Dungarvon gone. Then he told how he labored in the mines, accumulated a large fortune, started to his home in the East, was robbed of his gold in the mountains, and left for dead a second time; how he recovered and hid away in the mountains, where for years he remained a hunter, and finally fell into the hands of his would-be murderer, Duval Dun- garvon, and that be had never heard of Way- land Sanford until he met Willis in prison,
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26 Ebony Jim’s Terror. “Then you are acquainted with these Black Hills?” said Frank, when Barker had finished his story. “Yes, I know every hill, hollow and stream, and about two months before my incarceration in the robbers’ den, I had met and become ac- quainted with a young ranger in whom | took a deep interest, and whom I would love to see,” “Did ee make hima present of something once?” asked Frank, as a thought occurred to his mind, ‘“ Yes; a trained, pet eagle. Rodger Rainbolt?” ‘‘Yes; it was he who dealt—” began Frank, but at this juncture, Flick O’Flynn appeared from the entrance and interrupted him, saying: “ Ay, b’ys, and it’s a deuce av a time we're going tohave. The red divils have found out our hiding-sphot, and th’y’re swharming like hornits arhound us on the outside. Musha! it’s fite ’r stharve, so bring yer tools, b’ys, and come to the front.” “Isnt this cavern called Bear’s Cave?” sud- denly asked Barker, as they started to their feet in alarm. ‘““ Indade it is,” responded O'Flynn. ‘Great heavens!” exclaimed Barker. *t { had forgotten the place. Do you know that there are two entrances to it!” * Moly Mother, no!” responded Flick. Footsteps sounded in the passage behind them, They glanced back, A cry of horror escaped each lip, for, with a flaming torch in one hand, and a tomahawk{in the other, they beheid a score of savages, led by the young chief Allaco- tah, advancing toward them, Quick as thought Frank and Willis raised their repeatinz-rifles and fired, Allacotah fell dead, with a bullet through his heart. Again and again the young men fired, until every chamber of their rifles was empty. A savage fell at every shot, The others recoiled, then when the war-whoop of another party coming in at the entrance rolled through the cavern, they rallied and closed in upon our friends, The conflict was short, Our friends were all, save one, overpowered and made prisoners. Gustave Barker, like the phantom that he seemed, had glided from the cavern and made his escape in the woods. And now a wail of lamentation echoed through the cavern, as tie savages gathered around the lifeless form of their young chief Allacotah, Victory had been dearly bought by them. Be- sides their chief, a dozen of the best warriors lay dead, while not one of their enemies had fallen. Though it would have been an easy matter to have tomahawked the captives, they dared not, for the great chief, Black Bear, had ordered that all captives be taken and brought to the village alive and unharmed, Litters were constructed of blankets, and the dead and wounded placed upon them to be taken back to the villuge. The prisoners’ feet were unbound and they loan to stand; and then, with their hands ound at their backs, they were marched out of the cavern. The first glimmer of approaching day was be- ginning to streak the eastern sky. been brought Have you met In a few minutes the dead h - from the cavern, and then the party filed away ee the forest in the direction of the Indian village. CHAPTER XX, RAINBOLT MEETS WITH AN ACCIDENT, RAINBOLT halted before the mysterious Solo- mon Strange, a smile resting upon his features, a feeling of strange curiosity upon his mind. ‘Ho! ho!” laughed Strange, ‘‘so we have met again, my Lord Oliver—l mean Thunder- bolt.” “So it seems, though you were the last person I had expected to meet, Mr. Strange,” replied the ranger. ; ‘** And now, is there aught of the past or future you would wish me to know, my lord?” ‘“ There is much I would like to know, Mr. Strange,” replied the ranger, ** but I can scarce- ly remember anything, now.” You doubt me, my lord, buthearken: Your wife lives, my lord, and seek you not another! Ay, you start, but itisso. And let me tell you more, my lord. Since God in his mercy saved you from death at the falls, you need have no fear of your fellow-men. Your shoulders bear the weight of no crime; you were the victim of a foul plot—the letter was forged by one Duval Dungarvon in hopes of having you hung, hung, my lord.” As the strange man concluded, he turned, and strode briskly away, leaving the ranger seated alone upon his animal, completely dumfounded and mystified. “Who is he? Who is he?” muttered the ran- ger, to himself; ‘‘he is a queer, strange crea- ture, one that knows all about my past, and can even read my thoughts. Heavens! what if it is —no, it can’t be, but I will overtake him and make further inquiries.” Rainbolt spoke to his animal and dashed away in pursuit of Solomon Strange, but be had gone but a short distance, when a lithe figure glided suddenly across Lis path, frightened his ani- mal, causing it to rear and plunge wildly and throw its rider to the ground, and unfortunately, in the fall, the ranger’s head struck upon a sharp rock, completely stunning him. As the unfortunate man lay thus unconscious, the figure that had frightened his animal glided from the undergrowth and bent over his pros- ae form. It was the lndian woman, Silver y o1ce, As she gazed down into the ranger’s face, a low, convulsive sob burst from her lips, and then she stooped and kissed his pale lips, ‘Oh, my God!” she sobbed, “‘have I killed him? Oh, Warren, my love, my darling! Let me hear you say that you forgive. I did not intend to scare your pony. Oh, Warren, War- ren! my wronged and forsaken husband, aro you dead at last? But perhaps it is better that you never lived to die with shame for her you loved,” ** Florence!” _ Silver Voice started up. Is was the ranger’s lips that articulated the name. The voice of the womun seemed to revall bim back to conscious- ness, He opened his eyes, gazed around him,
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. 27 nn’ and up into the face of the woman bending over him, He recognized the face beneath its dusky paint, and springing up like one delirious, he clasped the form of the woman in his arms, and pressed her to his breast. ‘* Florence, my wife!” he cried, ‘‘ have I found you, whom the world thinks dead?” She tried to free herself from his embrace, saying: “Yes, you have found me, Warren, but in dis- grace and disguise.” “Oh, God! Florence, my darling wife, what do you mean?” ‘*T mean that Iam no longer worthy of your love. It will only wound your heart still deeper to tell you. Go, and forget me,” and she turned to leave, but the ranger detained her. ‘*Florence, my wife, I can guess your secret. You are the wife of an Indian.” “Oh, God! it is but too true, Warren: for two years I have been the wife of Allacotah!” The ranger groaned aloud, as though his heart was bursting. “Then you love your Indian husband, Flor- ence?” he asked. ‘No, I only admired him for his kindness and noble principles, such asno other Indian ever possessed. I became his wife only for protec- tion from the insults of his people and the power of my people. But I supposed you dead, War- ren, Your servant told me he bad seen you dashed to pieces over the Devil’s Tarn. Never, until the night you rescued Silvia from Black Bear, did I know you lived. And now you know my secret, my disgrace, Warren, so let me go.” ‘* No, Florence, you are mine, What you have done makes me love you all the stronger. It is no disgrace; itis only what a strong, brave and sensible woman would and should have done un- der such trying circumstances.” “But, Warren, you love another—you love my sister, Silvia.” ‘* Only because she is your sister. God knows I never could love another as I do you, my an- gel, Florence.” Before Silver Voice could reply, Echo, the eagle, darted down through the forest with bis warning cry of danger. Turning quickly around, the ranger and his wife—for such she was, dear reader—saw a er of savages coming directly toward them. ‘Oh, Warren,” the woman cried, “ they are savages! fly for your life! They hate you— they will kill you!” ‘* Life is nothing more to me, Florence, with- out you,” replied the ranger, calmly. “Then fly, Warren, for my sake!” The ranger stooped and kissed the sweet, pleading lips of bis wife, and with a feeling of joy that had long been a stranger to his heart, turned, and catching his animal that was graz- ing near, sprung into the saddle and dashed sharply away. He at once shaped his course for the cavern Seo which he reached after two hours’ brisk riding. On entering Silvia’s apartment, what was his ci to find a young man_seated therein with her! As he entered, Silvia and the é stranger rose to their feet, when the maiden said: *“My friend, Mr. Walter Lyman, Mr. Rain- bolt.” CHAPTER XXI. STARTLING NEWS. THE ranger grasped young Lyman by the hand and gazing into his eyes reflectively, said: “T am sure we have met before, Mr. Ly- man.” ‘Yes, sir; on the night you rescued Colonel Wayland Sanford and his party from the In- dians,” returned Lyman. ‘““Yes, yes, I remember you now; you are a thousand times welcome, Mr. Lyman. But where is Mr. Sanford?” ‘He is dead,” the young man returned, seriously. “ Dead!” exclaimed the ranger, starting up and glancing at Silvia, who was weeping tears of sorrow. ‘* Wayland Sanford dead ?” ““Yes; he fell dead with the heart disease a few moments after you left that night. He was buried in the glade where he died.” The ranger dropped into a chair, A silence that was broken only by Silvia’s sobs fell upon the place. Young Lyman watched the ranger'’s face with deep interest, and saw that he was terribly agitated. Presently Silvia raised her head from the table and asked: “Mr. Rainbolt, what was written upon that pees which you gave father the night you met im The ranger was much surprised by the ques- tion, but replied: “T wrote that Rodger Rainbolt and Warren Walraven were one and the same person.” “Then your name is not Rodger Rainbolt?” ‘*No; my name is Warren Walraven.” **And did you know my father? ‘and did he know you?” “Yes, Why shouldn’t he, when his deughter Florence, your sister, Silvia, is my wife 2” ‘“ Rodger, you are jesting!” Silvia exclaimed. “T am not, Silvia. I have long thought I would tell you this.” “But we never knew that Florence was mar- ried before she died, or drowned herself.” ‘No, Silvia, we were married secretly. You were in Omaha at the time, so I never saw you until the night I rescued you from Black Bear,” said the ranger. ‘‘ And let me tell you some- thing else that will surprise you. Florence is not dead.” “Rodger!” Silvia gasped, ‘is that true?” “It is, Silvia. The woman in Indian disguise known as Silver Voice is Florence.” “Rodger, it is impossible! Silver Voice is the wife of an Indian chief.” “* Yes, Silvia; but for all that sheis Florence,” said the ranger; and he went on and related the cause of Florence's flight to the Indian country and ber marriage to Allacotah, as Florence had related it to him. “Then Florence did not commit a willful wrong in marrying the chief. But why did you not make your existence known to her before she fled?”
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88 Ebony J im’s Terrot. Iu reply to this the ranger related the story of his trials and sufferings, of which the reader is already aware, He stated that when he went over the falls in a canoe the little craft alighted upon its end in such a way as not to injure him severely, and that, by some chance, it was thrown backward under the falls instead of outward. Here he discovered the cayern that he bad made his home, ‘* And where is Florence now?” asked Silvia. “T left her in the forest, near the Indian She begged me to fly, to ps a encampment, band of Indians we saw approaching, I wil in search of her,” ** Oh, do, Rodger! and bring her here!” cried Silvia. The ranger turned to leave the room, saying: “YT will go and try, but I fear 1 can never in- duce her to leave the Indians,” Before Silvia could reply he was gone. CHAPTER XXII. A STRANGE INTERVIEW, Tv is a nigbt of fearful storm, but one that has been full of events to the captives. Taken to the Indian village, they were doomed to the stake: but the counterfeit Black Bear coming in with Florence, had learned all—the assault on the cave, the death of Allacotah, which freed the un- happy wife from a boud that must have broken her heart~and by cooperating with Rainbolt, whom Florence brought to the guidance of the released captives, the brave Solomoa Strange had, under cover of the storm, set the whole party free; and we now behold them gathered in the Ranger’s Cave, happy enough over their release. But the happiest of all was the ranger himself, who, with his restored wife in his arms, was repaid for his long, long days of loner ae Only Solomon Strange was abroad that night, Furiously the wind drove in hisface as he moved westward through the woods, guided by the lightning’s glare. On through the forest aisleshe went. On, on. Presently he entered a small opening in the woods and stopped. Ten minutes passed and then he came forth again, but he wore not the disguise of the Black eal, His long yellow hair and whiskers floated around his head and face like ragged streamers in the wild wiuds. At the mouth of the cavern he paused and leaned upon his knotted club. Just then a wild flash of lightning revealed the figure of a man witha thin ghastly face and bol- low eyes standing before him, He stepped back and raised his club, for sure was he that an apparition confronted him, Another flash of lightning. The figure still is there, Solomon Strange started likea guilty thing, as he recognized the man’s featares—the features of the renegade, Blufe Brandon. * Brandon, is it you?” he asked. Yes; whoare you?” returned the supposed defunct renegade, “Tam Solomon Strange, the Wizard of the West, the same who beat you down in the forest Black Bear. Your bearskin fit me to a gnat’s heel, Mr, Blufe, and then I went up to the rob- bers’ ranch and passed myself off as Black Bear, and was initiated in the Brotherhood of Moun- tain Men, as you had arranged at the Devil's Tarn, Ob, a right aeuy time had Duval Dun- garvon and I, Mr. Blufe. And all this merry sport I’ve had in your bearskin, and no one knew but I was Black Bear himself. But how lad I am that you are not dead, Mr. Blufe, for I felt like I had done a dirty little deed when Sab vay aie into the gorge, so deep, so dark, Mr, ufe, go “T believe you are an infernal fool,” returned the bruised and wounded renegade, growing en- raged at what he knew must be so. ““Come into the cavern and I will tell you more, Mr, Blufe. Come in where the rain won’t wash you into the gorge, for there is only a shadow of you left, you unfortunate dog.” **T will not go in.” “ But you must come, you must hear me, Mr. Blufe,” and Strange seized him, and dragging him into the cavern, compelled him to listen to an hour’s tales and talk. When he had finished, however, he turned and glided out of the cavern into the forest. Soon after Blufe Brandon, weak with loss of blood and fasting, emerged from the cave and moved slowly away toward the Indian encamp- ment, cursing the mysterious author of his sore bones and bruised head. Au hour after his interview with the resur- rected chief, Solomon Strange was seated under the shelter of a great pine, in conversation with another man, one whom he had requested to meet him there at the Devil's Tarn, That man was the white-haired prisoner of the robbers’ ranch, Gustave Barker, For hours they sat and conversed as though no storm was raging around them, Finally the storm died away, and as the moon struggled ont through the rifts in the skurry- ing clouds, Solomon Strange and his companion lett their seat beneath the great pine by the Devil’s Tarn, and took their way eastward through the forest. CHAPTER XXIII. A DEMON NO MORE, MorninG dawned bright and clear after the night of the storm, Our friends in the rangers’ cavern breakfasted early, for they were anxious to be off for the land of civilization. Captain Warren Walraven concluded to give up bis wild secluded life, and with his angel wife go back to his old home in Iowa, Though Ebony Jim and Flick O'Flynn were going to accompany them beyond the dangers of the hills, they had no desire to quit their noma- dic life of hunters, and in token of his respect for them, Rodger Rainbolt presented them his hidden home and all its appurtenances, Purle, the pet panther, and his library, though, unfor- tunately, neither of them could read a word. eho, the eagle, the ranger resolved to keep, ” so long as a feather of him was left, lade, and tumbled you into the gorge for dea’, 0! ho! aright merry time have I had playing | As for Frank and Willis Armond, Ralph Rod man and Walter Lyman, they were fully satis- fied with their few days of ‘ recreation in the
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Ebony Jim’s Terror. 29 LS mountains,” aud concluded to go back to Omaha, When all were ready to leave the cavern, Florence turned to her husband and said: “Oh, Warren! how [ would love to visit father’s lonely grave before we return to the East.” “And I, too,” said Silvia; ‘it would afford me great consolation to look upon poor father’s grave before we go away.” “Your desire shall be granted, my dear chil- dren,” said the ranger, with tears of tenderness in his eyes, And so they left the cavern. The ranger called up his faithful mustang, and having bridled and saddled it, mounted the women upon it. ‘Then, with the (seeming) indispensable and capacious saddle-bags, which he always carried thrown across his arm, the ranger took the lead and tke party moved away. Echo, the eagle, had been sent away in ad- vance to keep his wary watch for danget before, while Ebony and Flick were sent out on either side to watch out for any enemies that might be disposed to attack them. heir progress was slow and tedious, and it was not until the end of the third day that they reached the little glade wherein Wayland San- ford had been buried. The young sportsnien found the grave as they had left it, though the bodies of the savages were gone. That night the party encamped in the glade by the grave. After poppet had been prepared and eaten, and while the party sat around the camp-fire conversing, the subject of the Aerial Demon came up. After each one had given his opinion and views on the subject, the ranger started to his feet, saying: “ Indeed, I have been neglecting our safety.’ I will go out into the forest and reconnoiter the immediate vicinity for lurkmg danger, then we must station guards for the night,” and as he concluded he stcoped and whispered something to Florence and Silvia, then turned, and calling his eagle, that had perched itself in the tree-top, walked away into the forest, though none but the women noticed that he took his capacious saddle-bags with him. In about ten minutes he returned. ‘“‘Any signs ob danger, carpt’ing?” asked Ebony. ‘“None whatever,” returned the captain; * but where can Echo be?” and, as be concluded he placed the horn to bis lips and blew a blast that echoed far away through the bills, Ina moment a scream was heard down the valley, and alleyes were instantly turned that way. An exclamation of horror burst from the lips of the two hunters and the four young sports- men. They saw the Aerial Demon coming up the valley toward them! The women uttered a little scream, while Rainbolt burst into a hearty laugh, then he Peay the horn to his lips and blew another ast, At this juncture the Aerial Demon was directly over the camp, and as the blast of the horn pealed out, the horrid creature ceased its flight and settled down, down into the very midst of the excited phe q A cry of surprise, followed by a ringing laugh, pealed from every lip. The mystery of the Aerial Demon was ex- plained, and the two hunters and four younger sportsmen felt no little ashamed of their fears of such a harmless, but, after all, a rather mysteri- ous contrivance of Roger Rainbolt. And this was the mystery of the Aerial De- mon—a Clever and ingenious contrivance, which, on more than one occasion, had saved the life of its originator! Only the patience of Rodger Rainbolt, in training Echo to perform those aerial missions, with almost a human under- standing, could have produced such a result, The capacious saddle-bags he always carried were the repository of the rude contrivance. Ebony was at last forced to give up the idea that the Aerial Demon was the Old Nick. And so the night was spent as well as cireum- stances would admit, with our friends, Morning dawned clear and warm. The party breakfasted upon wild pigeon and ~ venison procured by the two bunters, and pre- pared by Florence. When they were ready to resume their jour- ney, Florence drew her husband toward her father’s grave, and said: ‘‘ Warren, promise me by this grave that you will forgive my father the wrongs he has done ‘“« Let that,” he said, kissiag her pleading lips, ‘be the seal to the promise which I grant with all my heart.” ‘Ho, ho, bo! By the mysteries of the Aerial Demon! Here am I in the camp of a party of lords and ladies!” All eyes were turned upon the speaker. It was the mysterious Solomon Strange, who had appeared from the forest at this juncture, and halted in their midst, Florence and Silvia exchanged significant smiles, “Tam _glad to meet you, Mr. Strange,” said Captain Walraven. “And I you, my lord; but you all seem as serious as though you were in a graveyard, reading the inscriptions on the gravestones.” ‘*Sir, those ladies’ father lies buried there,” said Frank, pointing to the grave. ‘* Fo, hol” laughed Strange; ‘‘and how know you that, my boy?” “Because I helped to bury him there,” re- turned, Frank. “And what would you think, boy, if I, Solo- mon Strange, gifted with the power of the ancient soothsayers, should tell you that you - are guilty of burying a live man there ?” “YT would think you were a fool,” retorted Frank. “<To err is human, to forgive divine; but I will prove it to you, my boy,” said Strange; and as he concluded, began to unfasten the strips of bark and twisted grass from his limbs, This done, his ragged garments dropped from his body, revealing 1t dressed in a fashionable suit of dark cloth, Then the man placed his
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30 Ebony Jim’s Terror, hands to his head and face, and tore off the wig and mask of long, yellow hair and whiskers,and— Colonel Wayland Sanford stood before them in perfect health ! The young sportsmen, the two hunters, and Rodger Rainbolt were completely dumfounded, and started back as if from a ghost, unable to ufter a word, A merry peal of laughter rung from the sis- ters’ lips. They knew their father lived, and were prepared for the meeting. He had made known his existence to Florence in the Indian encampment, hence their private interviews esas Florence then communicated the fact to Silvia, ‘* Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the colonel; ‘‘do you believe now, my boy, that you buried a live man there ?” “Uncle Wayland Sanford!” exclained Frank, realizing the startling fact, ‘‘ how in the name of Heaven did you escape?” ‘* Hasy enough, since you had buried mein a state of catalepsy, brought on by excitement and fatigue, and not very deep in the ground.” The young men came forward and congraulat- ed the colonel on his resurrection and escape. Rainbolt took him by the hand, and said: “Tam happy to meet youthus, Wayland San- ford; your part has been well played. Solomon Strange was a strange man, and the mystery connected with him stands revealed.” ‘“Warren Walraven,” returned the colonel, it eases my heart to hear you talk thus—I, who, so— ‘Never mind, colonel, never mind, I know what you would say, Let the past be forgotten,” said the ranger. ‘So be it, thank God!” murmured the colonel. At this moment Gustave Barker emerged from the woods an. joined the happy group. Wayland Sanford’s labor had been doubly re- warded, ; When he had returned to consciousness and found that be had been buried for dead, that his young friénds were gone, and recalled his situ- ation, the last he knew before he fell unconscious from the shock the news Rainbolt bad communi- THE END, cated to him had given him, he arose from his shallow grave, beat off the wolves that had fortunately, dug him out; and then he resolv upon pe eens | himself and going forth to meet the ranger, and bring to justice the man who held him in his power, He knew full well that Duval Dungarvon was the direct cause of Silvia’s abduction, and he de- termined to find him and compel him to acknow]- edge his innocence in the Miner’s Gulch affair to the world. Before leaving the grave, however, he filled it up, smoothed it over and then covered it with the brush which he supposed his friend left over it. His object in this was tosurprise them just as we have seen, should they ever return there again. Procuring his disguise, he set forth. What he accomplished the reader has already seen. After some delay the party resumed its journey toward FAS te City, increased in number by the colonel and his old friend, Gus- tave Barker. In the course of several days they arrived at the city. Their Ebony Jim and Flick O’F lynn bid them adieu and returned to the mountains, where they stillremain. Silvia and her father were so overpowered with joy, that they gave up their visit to Cali- fornia, and returned with their friends to Omaha. Captain Warren Walraven and his beautiful wife, Florence, reside at Council Bluffs, Iowa; and as it is but a little ways over to Omaba, they often go over to see Walter and Silvia Lyman, who became man and wife shortly after their return bome. Willis, Frank and Ralph are still single, and often declare that Walter got the ‘“‘best of the summer’s recreation.” Colonel Sanford and his friend, Barker, reside in Omaha, Blufe Brandon the renegade and Duval Dun- garvon the robber captain of the Black Hills, met a tragic fate soon after at the foot of the Devil’s Tarn,
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THE STANDARD DIME DIALOGUE SE For School Exhibitions and Home Entertainments, 16 to 25 Popular Dialogues and Dramas in cach book. Each volume 100 12mo pages, sent post-paid, on receipt of price, TEN CENTS. Dime Dialogues, No. 1. Meeting of the Muses. For nine young ladies, Baiting a Live Englishman. For three boys. Tasso’s Coronation. For male and female, Fashion. For two ladies. The rehearsal. For six boys. Which will you Choose? For two boys. The i base of May. For two little girls. The Tea-Party. For four ladies. Three Scenes in Wedded Life. For male and female. Mrs. Sniffles’s Confession. For male and female. The Mission of the Spirits. For five young ladies, Hobnobbing. For five speakers. The Secret of Success, For three speakers. Young America. For three males and two females. Josephine’s Destiny. For four females, one male. The Folly of the Duel. For three niale speakers, Dogmatism. For three male speakers. The Ignorant Confounded. For two boys. The Fast Young Man. For two penis The Year’s Reckoning. Twelve femfiles, one male. The Village with One Gentleman. For eight females and one male, Dime Dialogues, No. 2. . The Genius of Liberty. Two males and one female, Oinderella; or, the Little Glass Slipper. Doing Good and Saying Bad. For several characters, The Golden Rule. For two males and two females, The Gift of the Fairy Queen. For several females. Taken in and Done for. For two characters. Country Aunt’s Visit to the City. Several characters, ‘The Two Romans. For two males. Trying the Characters. For three males. The Happy Family. For several “ animals.” The Rainbow. For several characters. Gow to write “ Popular ’ Stories. For two males. The New and the Old, For two males. A Sensation at Last. For two males, The Greenhorn, For two males. The Three Men of Science. For four males, The Old Lady’s Will. For four males. The Little Philosophers. For two little girls, How to Find an Heir, For five males. The Virtues. For six young ladies. A Connubial Eclogue. The Public Meeti The English Traveler, For five males and one female. For two males, Dime Dialogues, No. 3. ‘The May Queen, For an entire school. Dress Reform Convention. For ten females. Keeping Bad Company. A Farce. For five males. Courting Under Difficulties. Two males, one female. National Representatives. A Burlesque. Four males. Escaping’the Draft. For numerous males. The Genteel Cook. For tivo males. Masterpiece. For two males and two females. The Two Romans. For two males. The Same. Second Scene. For two males. Showing the White Feather. Four males, one female. The Battle Call, A Recitative. For one male. Dime Dialogues, No. 4. The Frost King. For ten or more persons, Starting in Life, For three males and two females, Faith, Hope and Charity. For three little girls. Darby and Joan. For two males and one female. The May. A Floral Fancy. For six little girls. The Enchanted Princess. 2 males, several females. Honor to Whom Honor is Due. 7 males and 1 female. The Gentle Client. Several males and one female, Phrenolo; A Discussion. For twenty males. The Stubbletown Volunteer. 2 males and 1 female, A Scene from “ Paul Pry.” For four males. The Charms. For three males and one female, Bee, Clock and Broom For three little girls. The Right way. A Colloquy. For two boys, What the Ledger Says. Tor two males. The Crimes of Dress. A Colloqguy. For two boys The Reward of Benevolence, For four males. The Letter. For two males. Dime Dialogues, No. 5. The Three Guesses. For school or parlor, Sentiment. A ‘Three Persons’ ” Farce. Behind the Curtain. For males and females. The Eta Pi Society. Tor five boys and a teacher, Examination Day. For several female characters. Trading in “‘ Traps.” For several males. The Schoolboys’ Tribunal. For ten boys. A Loose Tongue. For several males and females, How Not to Get an Answer. For two females, Putting on Airs. A Colloquy. For two males. The Straight Mark. For several boys. - Two ideas of Life. A Colloquy. For ten girls, Extract from Marino Faliero. Ma-try-Money. An Acting Charade, The Six Virtues. For six young ladies. The Irishman at Home. For two males. Fashionable Requirements. For three girls. . 4 Bevy of I’s (Eyes). For eight or less little girls. Dime Dialogues, No. 6. The Way They Kept a Secret. For male and females. The Poet under Difficulties, For five males, William Tell. For a whole school. Woman’s Rights. For seven females and two males. Allis riot Gold that Glitters. For male and females, The Generous Jew. For six males. Shopping. For three males and one female. The Two Counselors. For three males. The Votaries of Folly. For a number of females. Aunt Betsy’s Beaux. For4 females and 2 males, The Libel Suit. For two females and one male, Santa Claus. For a number of boys. Christmas Fairies. For several little girls. The Three Rings. For two males. Dime Dialogues, No. 7. The Two Beggars. For fourteen females. The Earth-Child in Fairy-Land. For girls. | Twenty Years Hence. ‘Two females, one male. The Way to Windham. For two males. Woman. A Poetic Passage at Words. Two boys. The ‘Ologies. A Colloquy. For two males. How to Get Rid of a Bore. For several boys. Boarding-School. For two males and two females. Plea for the Pledge. For two males. The Ills of Dram-Drinking. For three boys. True Pride, A Colloquy. For two females. The Two Lecturers. For numerous males. Two Views of Life. A Colloquy. For two females The Rights of Music. For two females. A Hopeless Case. A Query in Verse. Two girls, The Would-be School-Teacher. For two males. Pome to Lifetoo Soon, For three males,
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THE DIME ‘DIALOGUES, Hight O'clock, Yor two little girls, True Dignity. A Colloquy. For two boys. Grief too Expensive. For two males, Hamlet and the Ghost. For two persons. Little Red Riding Hood. For two females, New re aed of an Old Rule. Boys and girls, Uolored Cousins. A Colloquy. For two males, Dime Dialogues, No. 8. The Fairy School. For a number of girls, The Enrolling Officer, For three girls and two boys. The Base-ball Enthusiast. Tor three boys. The Girl of the Period. For three girls. The Fowl Rebellion. For two males and one female. Slow but Sure. For several males and tivo females. Caudle’s Velocipede. For one rnale and one female, The Figures, For several small children, The Trial of Peter Sloper. For seven boys, Getting a Photograph. For males and females. The Society for General Improvement. For girls. A Nobleman in Disguise. Three girls and six boys. Great Expectations. For two boys. Playing School. For five females and four males. Clothes for the Heathen, I°or 1 male and 1 female. A Hard Case. For three boys. Ghosts. For ten females and one male. Dime Dialogues, No. 9. Advertising for eg For a number of females, America to England, Greeting. For two boys, The Old and the New. For 4 females and 1 male, Choice of Trades. For twelve little boys. The Lap-Dog. For two females, The Victim. For four females and one male. The Duelist. For two boys. The True Philosophy. For females and males, A Good Education. For two females, The Law of Human Kindness. For two females. Spoiled Children. For a mixed school. Brutus and Cassius. Coriolanus and Aufidius, The New Scholar. For a number of girls. The Self-made Man. For threemales. The May Queen (No, 2), For a school. Mrs. Lackland’s Economy. Yor 4 hoys and 8 girls, Should Women be Given the »allot? For boys, Dime Dialogues, No. 10. Mrs. Mark Twain’s Shoe. For 1 male and 1 female. The Old Flag. School Festival. For three boys, The Court of Folly. For many girls. Great Lives. For six boys and six girls. Scandal. For numerous males and females, The Light of Love. For two boys. The Flower Children. For twelve girls, The Deaf Uncle. For three boys, A Discussion, For two boys. ’ The Rehearsal. Jor a school. The True Way. For three boys and one girl. A Practical Life Lesson, For three girls. The Monk and the Soldier. For two boys, 1776-1876. School Festival, For two girls. Lord Dundreary’s Visit. For 2 males and 2 females, Witches in the Cream, . For 8 girls and 8 boys. Frenchman. Charade. Numerous characters, The Hardscrabble Meeting. For ten males. Dime Dialogues, No. 11. Appearances are very Deceitful. Wor six boys. e Conundrum Family. For male and female. Curing Betsy. For three males and four females, Jack and the Beanstalk. For five characters. The Way to Do it and Not to Doit. For three females, Hon “a ‘Become Healthy, etc. For one male and one emale, The Only True Life. Tor two girls. Classic Colloquies. For two boys. I, Gustavus Vasa and Cristiern. IL Tamerlane and Bajazet. Fashionable Dissipation. For two little girls. A School Charade, For two boys and two girls. Jean Ingelow’s “ Songs of Seven.” For seven girls, A Debate. For four boys. Ragged Dick’s Lesson. For three boys. Pt be birt atin a 8 bo ery Questionable Story, For two Se ‘A Sell. We three males 7 The Real Gentleman. For two boys. Dime Dialogues, No. 12. Yankee Assurance. For several characters, Boarders Wanted. For several characters. When I was Young. For two girls. The Most Precious Heritage. For two boys. The Double Cure. For two males and four females, The Flower-garden Fairies. Yor five little girls. Jemima’s Novel. For three males and two females. Beware of the Widows. Yor three girls. A Family not to Pattern After, For ten characters. How to Man-age, An acting charade. The Vacation Escapade. For four boys and teacher, That Naughty Boy. For 8 females and 1 male, Mad-cap, An acting charade. Allis not Gold that Glitters, Acting proverb, Sic Transit Gloria Mundi, Acting charade. Dime Dialogues, No. 13. Two O'clock in the Morning. Tor three males. An Indignation Meeting. or several females. Before and Behind the Scenes. Several characters, The Noblest Boy. A number of boys and teacher, Blue Beard. A Dress Piece. For girls and boys, Not so Bad as it Seems. For several characters. A Curbstone Méral. For two males and female. Sense vs. Sentiment. For Parlor and Exhibition. Worth, not Wealth, For four boys aud a teacher, No such Word as Fail. For several males, The Sleeping Beauty. For a school. An Innocent Intrigue. Two males and a female, Old Nably, the Fortune-teller. For three girls. Boy-talk. Ifor several little boys. Mother is Dead. For several little girls, A Practical Illustration, For two boys and girl, Dime Dialogues, No. 14. Mrs. Jonas Jones, For three gents and two ladies, The Born Genius, For four gents, , More than One Listener For four gents and iady, Who on Airth is He? For three The Right not to be a Pauper. For two boys. Woman Nature Will Out. For a girls’ school. Benedict and Bachelor, For two boys. The Cost of a Dress. For five persons. The Surprise Party. For six little girls. A Practical Demonstration. For three boys. Refinement. Acting charade. Several characters. Conscience the Arbiter. For lady and gent. How to Make Mothers Happy. For two girls. A Conclusive Argument. For two boy speakers, A Woman’s Blindness. For three girls. Rum’s Work. (Temperance). For four gents. The Fatal Mistake. For two young ladies. yes and Nose. For one gent and one lady, Retribution. For a number of boys, Dime Dialogues, No. 15. The Fairies’ Escapade, _Numerous characters, A Poet's Perplexities. For six gentlemen. A Home Cure. For two ladies and one gent. The Good there isin Each. A number of boys, Gentleman or Monkey. For two Lethe The Little Philosopher. For two little girls. Aunt Polly’s Lesson. For four ladies. A Wind-fall. Acting Charade. For a number, Will it Pay?_ For two boys. The Heir-at-law, For numerous males. Don’t Believe What You Hear. For three ladies. A Safety Rule. For three ladies. The Chief’s Resolve. Extract. For two males, Testing her Friends. For several characters. The Foreigner’s Troubles. For two ladies. The Oat Without an Owner. Several characters, Natural Selection, For three gentlemen.
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THE DIME DIALOGUES. Dime Dialogues, No. 16. Polly Ann. For four ladies and one gentleman, The Meeting of the Winds. For a school. The Good They Did. For six ladies. The Boy Whe Wins. For six gentlemen. Good-by Day, A Colloquy. For three girls. The Sick Well Man. For three boys. a The Investigatin Committee, For nine ladies. A ‘Corner ” i gues. For four wee The Imps of the Trunk Room. For five girls. The Boasters. A Colloquy. For two little girls. Kitty’s Funeral. For several little girls. Stratagem. Charade. For several characters, Testing Her Scholars. For numerous scholars. The World is What We Make It. For two girls, The Old and the New. For gentleman and lady, Dime Dialogues, No. 17. LITTLE FOLKS’ SPEECHES AND DIALOGUES, To be Happy You Must be Good. For two little girls and one nh Evanescent Glory. For a bevy ef boys. The Little Peacemaker. For two little girls. What Parts Friends, For two little girls. Martha Washington Tea Party. For five little girls in old-time costume. The Evil There is init. For two young boys. Wise and Foolish Little Girl. For two girls. A Child’s Inquiries. For small child and teacher. The oe Club. For two giris and others. How to doit. For two boys. A Hundred Years to Come. For boy and girl, Don’t Trust Faces. For several small boys. Above the Skies. For two small girls, The True Heroism. For three little boys. Give Us Little ee a Chance; The Story of the Plum Pudding; Ill Be a Man; A Little Girl’s Rights Speech; Johnny’s Opinions of Grandmother; The Boasting Hen; He Knows der Rest; A Small Boy’s View of Corns; Robby’s Sermon; Nobody's Child: Huttiag at feranape. Gray’s; Little Boy’s View of How Columbus Discovered America; Little Girl’s View; Little Boy’s Speech on Time; A Little Boy’s Pocket; The Midnight Murder; Robby Rob’s Second Sermon; How the Baby Came; Boy’s Observations: The New Slate; A Mother’s Love; ’ The Creownin’ Glory; Baby Lulu; Josh Billings on the Bumble-bee, Wren, Alligator; Died Yesterday ; The Chicken’s Mistake; The Heir Apparent; De- liver Us from Evil; Don’t Want to be Good; Only a Drunken Fellow; The Two Little Robins; Be Slow to Condemn; A Nonsense Tale; Little Boy’s Decla- mation; A Child’s Desire: Bogus; The Goblin Cat; Rub-a-dub; Calumny; Little Chatterbox; Where are They? A Boy’s View; The Twenty Frogs; Go- ing to School; A Morning Bath; The Girl of Dun- dee; A Fancy; In the Sunlight; The New-laid Egg; ~ as) Musician; Idle Ben; Pottery-man; Then and Now. Dime Dialogues, No. 18. Fairy Wishes. Several characters, male and female. No Without a Thorn. Two males, one female. Too Greedy by Half. Forthree males. One Good Turn Deserves .nother, For six ladies, Courting Melinda. For three boys and one lady. The New Scholar. For several boys. The Little Intercessor. For four ladies, Antecedents. For three gentlemen and three ladies, Give a Dog a Bad Name. For four gentlemen. Spring-Time Wishes. For six little girls. Lost Charlie: or, the Gipsy’s Revenge. For numer. ous characters. A little Tramp. For three little boys. Hard Times. For two gentlemen and four ladies, The Lesson. Well Worth Learning. For two males and two females. Dime Dialogues, No. 19. An Awful . Fortwo females and two males, Contentment. For five little boys. Who are the Saints? For three young girls. California Uncle. For 3 males and 3 females. Be Kind to the Poor. A little folks’ play. How People are Insured. <A “duet.” Mayor. Acting Charade. For four characters, The Smoke Iiend. For four boys. A Kindergarten Dialogue. For a Christmas Festival, Personated by seven characters, The Use of Study. For three girls, _ The Refined Simpletons. For four ladies. Remember Benson. For three males, Modern Education. Three males and one female, Mad With Too Much Lore. For three males. The Fairy’s Warning. Dress Piece. For two girls. Aunt Eunice’s Experiment. For several. The Mysterious G. G. For 2 females and 1 male. We'll Have to Mortgage the Farm. For one male and two females, An Old-Fashioned Duet, The Auction. For numerous characters, Dime Dialogues, No, 20. The Wrong Man, For three males and three females, Afternoon Calls. For two little girls, Ned’s Present. For four boys. Judge Not. For teacher and several scholars. Telling Dreams. For four little folks. Saved by Love. For two boys. Mistaken Identity. For two males and three females. Couldn't Read English. For three males, one female. A Little Vesuvius, For six little girls. “Sold.” For three boys. An Air Castle. For five males and three females. City Manners and Country Hearts. For three girls and one boy. The Silly Dispute. For two girls and teacher. Not One There! For four male characters. Foot-print. For numerous characters. Keeping Boarders. For two females and three males. A Cure for Good. For one lady and two gentlemen, The Credulous Wise-Acre. For two males. Dime Dialogues, No. 21. A Successful Donation Party. For several. Out of Debt Out of Danger. For three males and three females. Little Red Riding Hood. For two children. How She Made Him Propose. A duet. ‘The House on the Hill. For four females. Evidence enough. For two males. Worth and Wealth. For four females. Waterfall. For several. Mark esr Return, For four males, Cinderella. For several children. Too Much for Aunt Matilda, For three females. Wit against Wile. For three females and one male, A Sudden Recovery. For three males. The Double Stratagem. For four females. Counting Chickens Before They were Hatched. For four males, Dime Dialogues, No. 22. The Dark Cupid. _ For 3 Gentlemen and 2 Jadies. That Ne’er-do-Well. Two males and two females, High Art. For two girls. Strange Adventures. For two boys. The King’s Supper. For four girls. A Practical Exemplification. For two boys. Titania’s Banquet. For a number of girls. Monsieur Thiers in America. For four boys. Doxy’s Diplomacy. For three females and a num- ber of “ incidentals.” A Frenchman. For two ladies and one gentleman. Boys Will Be Boys. For two boys and one girl. A Rainy Day. For three young ladies. God Is Love. For a number of scholars. The Way He Managed. For two males, two females, Fandango. For various characters, white and other wise. The Little Doctor, For two tiny girls, A Sweet Revenge, For four boys,
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THE DIME DIALOGUES, A May Day. For tnree little girls, From The Sublime to The Ridiculous. For 14 males. Heart Not Face. For five boys. Dime Dialogues, No. 23. Rhoda Hunt’s Remedy. For three females, one male, Hans Schmidt’s Recommend. For two males, Cheery and Grumble. For two little boys. The Phantom Doughnuts. Yor six females, Does it pat For six males. Company Manners and Home Impoliteness. For two males, two females and two children, The Glad Days. Tor two little boys. Unfortunate Mr, Brown, For one male, six females, The Real cost. For two girls. A Bear Garden. For three males and two females, The Busy Bees. Yor four little girls. Checkmate. For numerous characters. School-Time. For two little gee Death Scene. Two principal characters and adjunets, Dross and Gold. Several characters, male and female. Confound Miller. For three males and two females, Ignorance vs. Justice. For eleven males. Pedants All. For four males. Dime Dialogues, No. 24. The Goddess of Liberty. For nine young ladies The Three Graces. For three little girls. The Music Director. For seven males, A Strange Secret. For three girls, An Unjust Man. Yor four males, The Shop Girl’s Victory. For 1 male and 3 females, The Psychometiser. For 2 gentlemen and 2 ladies. Mean Is No Word For It. For four ladies. Whimsical. A number of characters of both sexes. Blessed Are the Peace-makers. Seven young girls. The Six Brave Men. For six boys. Have You Heard the News’ A gossip’s catastrophe. The True Queen. <A colloquy in verse. 2 young girls. A Slight Mistake. 4 males, 1 female, and several auxiliaries. Lazy and Busy. A dialogueinrhyme. 10 little fellows. The Old and the Young. 1 gentleman and 1 little girl. That Postal Card. For 8 ladies and 1 gentleman, Mother Goose and Her Household. A whole school fancy dress dialogue and travestie. Dime Dialogues, No. 25. The Societies of the Delectables and Les Miserables. For two ladies and two gentlemen. What Each Would Have. Yor six little boys and teacher, Sunshine Through the Clouds. For four ladies. The Friend in Need. For four males. The Hours. For twelve little girls. In Doors and Out, For five little boys. Dingbats. For one female and three males. The Pound of Flesh. For three boys. Beware of the Peddlers. Forseven mixed characters. Good Words. For a number of boys. A Friend. For a number of little girls. The True Use of Wealth. For a whole school. Gamester, For numerous characters. Put Yourself In His Place. For two boys. Little Wise Heads, Yor four little girls. The Regenerators. For five boys. Crabtree’s Wooing. For several characters. Integrity the Basis of All Success. For two males. _ ACrooked Way Made Straight, Gentleman and lady. How to ‘‘ Break In” Young Hearts. For two ladies and one gentleman. Dime Dialogues, No. 26. Poor Cousins. Yor three ladies and two gentlemen. Mountains and Mole-hills. For six ladies and several ectators. 5 A Test That Did Not Fail. For six boys. Two Ways of Seeing Things. For two little girls. Don’t Count Your Chickens Before They Are Hatched. For four ladies and a boy. Allis Fair inLovg and War. 3 ladies « 2 gentlemen, How Uncle Josh Got Rid of the Legacy. For two males, with several transformations. The Lesson of Mercy. For two very small girls. Practice What You Preach. For four ladies, Politician. For numerous characters. The Canvassing Agent. For 2 males and 2 females, Grub. For two males. A Slight Seare. For 8 females and 1 male. Embodied Sunshine. For three young ladies, How Jim Peters Died. For two males, Dime Dialogues, No. 27. Patsey O’Dowd’s Campaign. 8 males and 1 female, Hasty Inferences Not Always Just. Numerous boys. Discontented Annie. For several girls. A Double Surprise. For four males and one female. What Was It? For five ladies. What Will Cure Them, For a lady and two boys. Independent, For numerous characters, Each Season the Best. For four boys. Tried and Found Wanting. For several males. The Street Girl's Good Angel. 2 ladies & 2 little girls, A Boy’s Plot. For several characters, “That Ungrateful Little Nigger.’ For two males, If I Had the Money. For three little girls. Appearances Are Deceitful. Several ladies & 1 gent. Love’s Protest. For two little girls, An Enforced Cure, For several characters. Those Who Preach and those Who Perform. 8 males. A Gentle Conquest. For two young girls, Dime Dialogues, No. 28. A Test that Told. For six ladies and two gents. Organizing a Debating Society. For four boys, The Awakening. For four little girls. The Rebuke Proper, For 3 gentlemen and 2 ladies. Exorcising an Evil Spirit. For six ladies. } Both Sides of the Fence. For four males. The Spirits of the Wood, For two troupes of girls, No Room for the Drone. For three little boys, Arm-chair. For numerous characters. Measure for Measure. For four girls. Saved by a Dream. For two malés and two females. An Infallible Sign. For four boys. A good Use for money. For six little girls. An Agreeable Profession. For several characters. . Dime Dialogues, No. 29. Who Shall Have the Dictionary? For six males and two females, The Test of Bravery. For four boys and teacher. Fortune’s Wheel. For four males. The Little Asthetes. For six little girls. The Yes and No of Smoke. Yor three little boys. No References. For six gentlemen and three ladies, An Amazing Good Boy. One male and one female. What a Visitation Did. For several ladies. Simple Simon. For four little boys. The Red Light. For four males, two females, and several subsidiaries. The Sweetest Thought, For four little girls. The Inhuman Monster. For 6 ladies and 1 gentleman, Three Little Fools. For four small boys. Beware of the Dog! For 38 ladies and 3 ‘‘ Dodgers.” Bethlehem, For a Sunday-School Class Exhibition, Joe Hunt’s Hunt. For two boys and two girls, Rags. For six males, Dime Dialogues, No. 30. Invisible Heroes. For five young ladies. A “Colored” Lecture. For four males. Wishes. For five little boys. Look at Home. For three little girls. Fisherman’s Luck. For two males and three females. Why Fe Didn’t Hire Him.. For several characters. A Fortunate Mistake. For six young ladies, one little girl and a little boy. An a 1abetical Menagerie. For a whole shool. The Higher Education. For eS boys. The Vicissitudes of a Milliner. alor six femaies.
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wa THE DIME DIALOGUES. Cat and Dog, For two little ones. The Atsthete Cured. For 2 ladies and 3 gentlemen. Jim Broderick’s Lesson. For two boys. The Other Side of the Story. For five females. The Test that Told. For five males. Wooing by Proxy. For 2 ladies and 3 gentlemen, Learning from Evil. For five boys. I The Teacher’s Ruse. For ten boys and three girls, Colloquy of Nations. For eleven personators. — Additional Personations for ‘“‘ Goddess of Liberty.” A scenic piece in Dialogues No. 24. Dime Dialogues, No 31. Barr's Boarders. For various characters, A Lively Afternoon. For six males. A New Mother Hubbard. For six little girls. Bread on the Waters. For four females. Forninst the Scientists, Yor two males. Sloman’s Angel. For two males and one female. What Each Would Do. For six little girls. Twenty Dollars a Lesson. For eleven males. Aunt Betsey’s Ruse. For 3 females and 1 male. The Disconcerted Supernaturalist. For one male and audience ‘* yoices.”’ Grandma Grumbleton’s Protest. For a “grandma” and several AS grandchildren. Nothing Like Training. For a number of males. The Bubble. For two little gis. Medicine for Rheumatiz. Yor two ‘‘ cullud pussens.” That Book Agent! For three males and one female. The Well Taught Lesson. Yor five little boys. A Turn of the Tide. For 3 males and 3 females. A True Carpet-Bagger. For three females. applieg Metaphysics. For six males, hat Humphrey Did. For 5 males and 3 females Dime Dialogues, No 32. A Persecuted Man. For various characters. Too Curious for Comfort. For 2 males and 2 females. Under False Guise. Several females and children, A Sure Guide. For seven males, The Hight Little Boys from Nonsense Land. How They See the World, For five little girls. The Doctor’s Office. For several characters male and female. Too Much Side Show. For a number of boys. How Mrs. Ponderous Was Paid. For 4 young ladies, Polywog Versus Wolypog. For numerous citizens. Tongue and Temper. For two ladies. Flour of the Family. For 3 ladies and 1 gentleman. Middleton’s Mistake. For five males. A Valuable Neighbor. For one lady and one boy. The Man of Cheek. For two males, Mr. and Mrs, Blizzard at Home. For man and wife. Morgan’s Money. _ For five males. The Courtship of Miles Standish. School Festival. Dime Dialogues, No. 33. The Wrong Trunk. For several male characters . and one female. . Saucy Jack Leee. For four males and four females. The Pretty Preacher. For two young ladies, A Contrast. For two little girls. Only Joe. For five ladies and one gentleman. The Tables Turned. For several males. Why Did You Do It? For a school of little children. She Had Him Three. For 1 lady and 1 gentleman. A Report of the Affair. For two gentlemen, Mrs. Araold’s Misconception ‘or two gentlemen and three ladies. The Year ‘Round. For twelve impersonators. Defending the Castle. For 2 males and 2 females. A Perfectly Veracious Man, For1male and 1 female, Sympathetic Sympathy. For 3 males and 2 females. Ananias at Home. For one male and three females, The Man from Bangor. 1 gentleman and 8 ladies. Casabianca in T'wo Versions. For two boys, Dime Dialogues, No. 34. It’s English You Know. For three ‘or six) males and eight females. A Much Misunderstood Man. For one male and one female. The Glass Man. For seven males. Mrs. Podberry’s Views on Education. For two fe- males and several children, girls. How She Managed Him. For one male, one female, and child. The Oyster Resurrection. For two males and two females. A Neighborly Quarrel. For two males. Blessed are the Pure in Heart. For four females, What the Boys Knew of it. Fora school—all males, A Warm Reception. For 2 males and 2 females. Supposings. For ten little girls. When I Grow up to be a Man. For six little boys. Enforcing a Moral. For three or four males and several females, Blaying Big Folks: For several children, What Are Little Girls Good For? For 9 little girls. The Bump-Scientist’s Reception in Clarionville Cen- ter. 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THE DIME SPEAKERS. SEC. IV, Representative EXercises IN PROSE AND Verse.—Transition; A Plea for the Ox; Falstaff’s Soliloquy on Honor; the Burial of Lincoln; the Call and Response; the Bayonet Charge;_Histor of a Life; the Bugle; the Bells; Byron; Macbet and the Dagger; Hamlet's Soliloquy; Old Things; Look Upward; King Wi liam Rufus; the Eye; an Essa Onto Musik; Discoveries of Galileo. SEC. V. OnseRrvations or Goop AUTHORITIES, Dime Humorous Speaker, No. 6. Women, Fern Thistles, Good-Nature, Gotélieb Klebeyergoss. Schlackenlichter’s snake, Hosea Biglow’s Opinions, How the Money Goes, Hun-ki-do-ri’s Fourth of July Oration. If you Mean No, Say No, Jo Bows on Leap Year, Lay of the Henpecked, Lot Skinuer’s Elegy, Matrimony, Nothing to Do. 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John Burns, Gettysburg, No Sect in Heaven, Miss Prude’s Tea-Party, The Power of an Idea, The Beneficence of the Suffrage, [Sea, Dream of the Revelers, HowCyrus Laid the Cable The Prettiest Hand, Paradoxical, Little Jerry, the Miller, ‘The Blarney Stone, The Student of Bonn, The Broken Household, » The Bible, The Purse and the Sword Tie Maral Gotiiaire: rue Moral Co: What is War? Butter, My Deborah Lee, e e, The Pin and Needle, The Modern Puritan. Immortality of the Soul, Occupation, Heroism and Daring, A Shot at the Decanter. Dime Stump Speaker, No. 8. Hon. J. M. 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Good Advice. The Itching Palm, Drum-head Sermons, Schnitzerl’s Philosopedis “Woman’s Rights,’ Luke Lather, The Hog, Jack Spratt, New England Tragedy, The Ancient Bachelor, Jacob Whittle’s Speech, Jerks Prognosticates, A Word with Snooks, Sut Lovengood, A Mule Ride, 1.—Dersatina Socrery. Its Office and Usefulness, Formation of, Constitution of, By-Laws of, Rules of Government, Local Rules of Order, Local Rules of Debate, Subjects of Discussion. m1.—How To DEBATE. Why there are few good ' Debaters, Prerequisites to Oratori- cal Success, The Logic of Debate, The Rhetoric of Debate, Maxims to Observe, The Preliminary Premise, Order of Argument, Summary. 11,—CHAIRMAN’S GUIDE. 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THE DIME SPEAKERS. a Dime Funny Speaker, No. 21. Col. Sellers Elucidates, Clory Mit Ter Sthars und| New Sthripes A Foggy Day, | ee ae (Vulcan), lotism,) The New Mythology(Pan,) Terence G’Dowd’s Patri- New Mythology (Bacchus) Lime Kiln Club Oration, I Kin Nod Trink To-Nighd, Farmer Thornbush on! New Church Doctrine, The Fiddler, The Reguwar Season, [Fools, Wilyum's Watermillion, Josiah Axtell’s Oration, The School Boy’s Lament,| Parson Barebones’s An- Dot Baby Off Mine, Bluggs Once More, Views on Agriculture, athema, Caesar Squash on Heat, Fritz Valdher is Made a One Hundred Years ARO, Mason, De bs ayia ob de Reb’- rend Quacko Strong, A,Dollar or Two, On Some More Hash, Where Money is King, Joan of Are, Blessings of Farm Life, The People, Thermopyle, Cats Prof. Dinkelspeigel man; Jim Bludso. on the Origin of Life, Konsentrated Wisdum. Joseph Brown and the Mince Pie, John Jenkins’s Sermon, A Parody on *‘ Tell Me Ye Winged Winds,” A Catastrophic Ditty, The Maniac’s Defense, Woman, God Bless Her! Be Miserable, Dodds versus Daubs, The Cadi’s Judgment, That Calf, Dime Jolly Speaker, No. 22, Grandfather's Clock, The XIXth Century, Mary’s Von Little Ram, A Lecture on Science, Old and New Time, Clayfoot’s Spirit Race, The Village School A Sermon for the Sisters, Defilosofy ob Fun, Dis&ppointed Discoverer, A Heathen’s Score, Der Dog und der Lobster, The Young Tramp, Delights of the Season, The ee of Spring, Josh Billings’s Views, Beasteses, How tew Pik out a Watermellon, How tew Pil out a Dog, How tew Pik out a Kat, How tew Pik out a Wife This Side and That, Nocturnal Mewsings, The Lunatic’s Reverie, A Bathetic Ballad, The Ear, Dime Dialect Speaker, No. 23. 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BEADLE’S BOY’S LIBRARY. Published Every Saturday, Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. 1 Deerhunter, the Boy Scout of the Great North Woods By Oil Coomes. 2 Buffalo Bill from Boyhood to Manhood. By Col. P. Ingraham. - 8 Kit Carson, King of Guides. By Albert W. Aiken 4 Gordon Lillie, the Boy-Interpreter of the Paw- ihe Major H. B. Stoddard. 5 Bruin Adams, Old Grizzly’s Boy Pard. By Col P. Ingraham. 6 Deadwood Dick as a Boy. By Edward L- Wheeler. 7 Wild Bill, the Pistol Prince. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 8 The Prairie Ranch; or, The Young Cattle- Herders. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 9 Hghin Page The History of a “ Border Boy.” By A. Post. 10 Texas Jack, the Mustang King. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 2 ll Charley Skylark. A Story of School-day Scrapes and ae Capers. By Major H. B. Stoddard. 12 Mariposa Marsh; or, The Golden Treasure of Spring Steel. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 18 Roving Ben. A Story of a Young American who Wanted to See the World. By John J. Mar- shall. 14 Spring Steel, King of the Bush, By J. E. Badger, Jr. 15 Wide-Awake George, the Boy Pioneer. By Ed- ward Willett. 16 The Boy Wizard; or, The Silver Land Seekers. By Barry Ringgold. 17 Peter Pe aes, the Greenhorn from Gotham, By Noah Nu A 18 Adrift on the Prairie, and Amateur Hunters on the Buffalo Range. By Oll Coomes, 19 The Fortune Hunter; or, Roving Joe as Miner, Cowboy, Trapper and Hunter. By A. H. Post. 20 erere Tom, the Wood Imp; or, Old Toma- hawk’s Scalp-Hunt. By T. C, Harbaugh. 21 Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the Pawnees. By Col, Prentiss Ingraham. 22 The Snow Trail; or, The Boy Hunters of Fur- Land. By T. C. Harbaugh. 23 Old Grizzly Adams, the Bear Tamer. By Dr. Frank Powell, 24 Woods and Waters; or, The Exploits of the Littleton Gun Club, 'By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 25 A Rolling Stone. Incidents in the Career on Sea and Land of Col. Prentiss Ingraham. By Wm. R. Eyster. 26 Red River Rovers; or, Life and Adventure in the Northwest. By C. Dunning Clark. 27 Plaza and Plain; or, Wild Adventures of “‘ Buck- sxto Sam," (Maj. Sam S, Hall) By Col. P. ngraham, 28 The Sword Prince. The Romantic Life of Col. Monstery. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 29 Snow-Shoe Tom; or, New York Boys in the Wilderness, By .C. Harbaugh. 80 Paul de Lacy, the French Beast Charmer, By C. D. Clark 81 Round she Camp Fire; or, Snow Bound at Freeze-Out Camp. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 82 White Beaver, the Indian Medicine Chief. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 83 The Boy Crusader; or, How a Page and a Fool Saved a King. By Capt. Fred. Whittaker. 84 The Chase of the Great White Stag, and, Camp and Canoe. By C. Dunning Clark. 8 Old Tar Knuckle and His Boy Chums; or, The Monsters of the Esquimaux Borders, By R. Starbuck. 85 The Dashing Dr: nm; or, The Story of Gen, George A. Gektec? ay Capt. Fred, Whittaker. 87 ac pie ghd = George. By Col. Prentiss Ingra- nam, 88 The Boy Exiles of Siberia; or, The Watch-Dog of ent By T. C. Harbaugh. 89 The Young Bear Hunters. By Morris Redwing. 40 Smart Sim, the Lad with a Level Head. By Edward Willett. 41 The Settler’s Son; or, Adventures in Wilderness and Clearing. By Edward Hllis. 42 Walt Ferguson's Cruise; A Tale of the Antarctic Sea. By C. Dunning Clark. 43 Rifle and Revolver; The Little Gun Club on the Buffalo Range. By Capt. Fred Whittaker. 44 The Lost Boy Whalers; or, In the Shadow of the North Pole. By T. C. Harbaugh. 45 Broncho Billy, the Saddle Prince, By Col P. Ingraham. . 46 Dick, the Stowaway; A Yankee Boy's Strange Cruise. By Charles Morris. 47 The Colorado Boys; or; Life on an Indigo Plan- tation. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 48 The Pampas Hunters; or, New York Boys in Buenos Ayres. By T. C. Harbaugh. 49 The Adventurous Life of Nebraska Charlie, the ‘* Boy Medicine Man” of the Pawnees. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. “ 50 Jack, Ha: and Tom, the Three Champio Brothers. By Capt. Fred Whittaker, 61 The Young Land-Lubber; or, Prince Porter's First Cruise. By CO. Dunning Clark. 6&2 The Boy Detectives; or, The Young Californi- ans in Shanghai. By T. C. Harbaugh, 53 Honest Harry; or, The Country Boy Adrift in the City. By Charles Morris. 64 California Joe, the Mysterious Plainsman. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 55 Tip Teasel, the Floater: or, Fortunes and Mis- fortunes on the Mississippi. By Edward Willett. 56 The Snow Hunters; or, Winter in the Woods. By Barry de Forrest. 5 Harry Somers, the Sailor Boy Magician. By S. W. Pearce, 58 The Adventurous Life of Captain Jack, the Bar- ber Boy. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. ™ 59 Lame Tim, the Mule Boy of the Mines. By Charles Morris. 60 The Young Trail Hunters; or, New York Beys In Grizzly Land. By T. C. Harbaugh. 61 The Tiger Hunters; or, The Colorado Boys in Elephant-Land, By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 62 Doctor Carver, the “ Evil Spirit” of the Plains, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 63 Black Horse Bill, the Bandit Wrecker, By Roger Svarbuck,
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BEADLE’S BOY’S LIBRARY. 64 Young Dick Talbot; or, A Boy’s Rough and Tumble Fight from New York to California. By A. W, Aiken. 65 The Boy Pilot; or, The Island Wrecker. By Col. P. Ingraham. 66 The Desert Rover; or, Stowaway Dick Among the Arabs, By Charles Morris. 67 Texas Charlie, the Boy Ranger. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 68 Little Rifle; or, The Young Fur Hunters, By Captain “ Bruin” Adams, 69 The Young Nihilist; or, A Yankee Boy Among the Russians, By Charles Morris. 70 Eonys the omhers or, The Young Marshal’s Raid. By Major H. B. Stoddard, Ex-Scout. 71 Ruff Robsart and His Bear; or, The Trail of Lit- tle Rifle. By Captain “Bruin” Adams. 72 The Ice Elephant; or, The Castaways of the Lone Coast. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker, 73 The Young Moose-Hunters; or, Trail and Camp- Fire in the New Brunswick Woods. By William H, Manning. 74 The Boy Coral-Fishers; or, The Sea Cavern Scourge. By Roger Starbuck. ‘ 75 Revolver Billy, the Boy Ranger of Texas. B Co! ntiss Tigcalinta _ 7 The Condor-Killers: or, Wild Adventures at the | Equator. By T. C. Harbaugh. 77 Lud Lionheels, the Young Tiger-Fighter. Roger Starbuck, . ted ei 78 Flatboat Fred; or, The Vo; of the Experi- ment, By Edward Willett 79 Boone, the Hunter; or, The Backwoods Brothers. By Captain F’, Whittaker. 80 Kentucky Ben, the Long Rifle of the Cascades. By R. Starbuck, 81 The Kit Carson Club; or, The Young Hawkeyes in the Northwest. By T. C. Harbaugh. 82 Little Buck, the Boy Guide; or, The Gold “Eye” of Montana. By Barry Ringgold. 88 Pony Bob, the Reckless Rider of the Rockies. By Col. P. Ingraham. 84 Captain Fly-by-Night; or, The Colorado Boys on the War-Path. By Joseph ©. Badger, Jr, 85 Captain Ralph, the Young Explorer. By C. D. Clark. 86 Little Dan Rocks; or, The Mountain Kid’s Mis- sion. By Morris Redwing. 87 The Menagerie Hunters; or, ta Hobart, the Animal Queen. By Maj. H. Grenville. 68 The Boy Tramps; or, Life Among the Gipsies. By J. M. Hoffman, 89 "Longshore Lige; or, How a Rough Boy Won His Way. By C. D. Clark. 90 Roving Rifle, Custer’s Little Scout. By T. C. Harbaugh, 91 Res Vea Josh, the Wizard Rifle. By Roger Star- uck, 92 Hurricane Kit; or, Old Lightning on the Ram age. By A. F. Holt, Ys - ee: 93 Jumping Jake, the Colorado Circus Boy. B. Bainbridge... pe: 94 Sam Spence, the Broadhorn Boy. By Edward Willett. 95 Moscow to Siberia; or, A Yankee Boy to the Rescue. By Charles Morris. 96 Fighting Fred; or, The Castaways of Grizzly Gap, By T. 6. Harbaugh. 9% Cruise of the Flyaway; or, Yankee Boys in Cey ». lon. By C. ak ee Clark, 98 The Boy Vigilantes; or, King Cole and His Band By Major H. B, Stoddard, 99 The White Tigers; or, Silver Rifle, the Girl Track- er of Lake Superior. By Capt. Chas Howard. 100 The Snow-Shoe Trail; or, The Forest Desper- adoes. By St George Rathbone. 101 Mariano, the Ottawa Girl; or, The Mysterious Canoe. By Edward S. Ellis 102 The Flyaway Afloat; or, Yankee Boys Round the World. By C. Dunning Clark, 108 Pat Mulloney’s Adventures; or, Silver Tongue, the Dacotah Queen, By C. L. Edwards, 104 The Boy SE geet or, The Secret of the Sierra Ravine. By Roger Starbuck, 105 Minonee, the Wood Witch; or, The Squatter's Secret. By Edwin Emerson. 106 The Boy Cruisers; or, Joe and Jap's Big Find, By Edward Willett. 107 The Border Rovers; or, Lost on the Overland Trail, By J. Milton Hoffman. 108 Alaska, the Wolf-Queen. By Captain Howard Lincoln. 109 Christian Jim, the White Man's Friend. By Ed- ward §. Ellis. 110 Plucky Joe, the Boy Avenger. By J. M. Hoff- man, 111 The Border Gunmaker; or, The Hunted Maiden. By James L. Bowen, 112 Left-Handed Pete, the Double-Knife. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 113 The River Rifles; or, The Fate of the Flatboat. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 114 Alone on the Plains; or, The She-Eagle’s Venge- ance. By Edward Willett. 115 Silver Horn, and His Rifle Firedeath. By Roger Starbuck. 116 Exploits of Hezekiah Smith, the Backwoodsman, By Emerson Rodman, 117 The Young Mustangers; or, Dick Merry’s Ran- gers. By C. Dunning Clark. 118 en or, The Boy Rivals. By Barry Ring- gold. 119 Center Shot, the White Crow. By T. O. Har- baugh. 100 A Hot Trail; or, Clark Cloverly Among the Tar- tars. By Charles Morris, 121 Hunter Pard Ben; or, The Wakash's Blind Lead. By Roger Starbuck, 122 The Esquimaux Queen; or, The Mystery of the Lone ut. By G. Waldo Browne. “uf 123 Tim, the Boy Acrobat; or, Life in the Circus Ring. By Charles Morris. 1% Queen Bessie, the Border Girl By Henry J. Thomas. 12 Tom Tabor, the Boy Fugitive; or, The Young Lynch Gang Wolves. By Barry Ringgold. 126 Mink Coat, the Death-Shot; or, The Spring of the Tiger. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 127 The Deer Hunter; or, Life in the Ottawa Coun- try. By John J. Marshall. 128 Wolf-Cap; or, the Night-Hawks of the Fire- Lands, By Capt, Chas, Howard. 129 Silverspur; or, The Mountain Heroine. By Ed- ward Willett. 180 Keetsea, Queen of the Plains. By Percy B, St. John, 131 Wistah, the Child Spy. By George Gleason. 182 The Island Trapper; or, The Young White-Buf- falo Hunters. By Charles Howard, *”
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> BEADLE’S BOY’S LIBRARY. 3188 The Forest Specter; or, The Young Hunter’s Foe. By Edward Willett. 1#4 Wild Nat, the Trooper; or, The Cedar Swamp Brigade, By Wm. R. Eyster. 185 The Silver Bugle; or, The Indian Maiden of St. Cro By Lieut. Col, Hazeltine, 18% The Prairie Trapper; or, The Child of the Brigade. By CO. Dunning Clark. 187 a Antelope Boy; or, Smoholler, the Medicine- Man. By Geo. L. Aiken, 188 Long Shot; or, The Dwarf Guide. By Captain Comstock, 189 Palonal Crockett, the Bear King. By 0. E. 0 Ou P Pe the = Ne a or, The Trapper Pees, Lewis W. Carson. ” i 141 ro Giant Hunter; or, The ‘Mad Scourge of the Kickapoos, By Harry Hazard. 143 Black Panther, the Half-Blood; or, The Slaves of the Silver Mines, By J. E. Badger, Jr. 148 Carson, the Guide; or, The oe of the Fron- tier. By Lieut. J. H. Randolph. 144 Kent, the Ranger; or, The Fugitives of the Bor- der, ‘By Edward's. Hillis, 145 Bill Cienega Hunter; or, The ManinGreen. By 1468 The Half- Breed Rival; or, The Tangled Trail. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 147 The ee Avenger; or, Death on the Trail, By Col. P. Ingraham. 148 Nat, the ae and Indian, Fighter. J. Prescott 149 The Hik Demons or, The Giant Brothers. By T. O. Harbaugh. 150 ae Boy Mustang-Hunter; or, Eulalie, the Beau Amazon. By Frederick Whittaker, 151 Prank Yates, the Young Trapper; or, Mountain te’s Warning. By Joseph BK. Badger, Jr. 152 wae Raven, the Scout; or, Blanche, the Over- land Maiden. By Oll Coom 158 Lynx-Cap; or, Four Trappers Among the Sioux. By Paul Bibbs. = ae 154 The Champion Texan Rider; or, Red Buffalo and the Hercules Hunter. By Harry St. George, 155 Dusky Dick’s Doom; or, Tobe Castor, the Old Scout. By Jos, E, Badger, Jr. 156 ek Bell, the a Spy; or, The Mystery of Crystal Lake, By Oli Coomes, 157 Nick Doyle, the Gold-Hunter. By P. H. Myers. 158 Ran ped Dick; or, The Fate of the Fire-Fly. tanley Henderson. 189 eee Long Trail; or, The Twin Scouts. By W. J. Hamilton. 160 Hank Triplet’s Vow; or, The Old Guide’s Wrong Trail, By Harry Hazard. 161 The Mad paige or, ahee Cruise of the Monon- gahela. By Roger Starbu: 162 The Trapper King; or, on Bear: -Paw, the Yan- kee Scout. By Maj. Max Martine. 163 Simon Kenton, Hunter; or, The Renegade's Doom. By Emerson Rodman. 164 The Boy Chief; or, Frank Befl'’s Compact, By Oll Coomes. 165 The Trader Traitor; or, Old Bark the Marksman, By J. Stanley Henderson. 166 Old Jupe’s Clew; or, The Darky Detective. By Mrs, Orrin James. 167 The a Seg eh ed or, The Black League’s Plot. “By Paul Pa 168 The Specter Spy; or, The Wizard Canoe. By Maj. Lewis W. Carson. : 169 Lank 5 the Old Colorado Hunter. By KE. er. . 170 The White Wolf; or, Following a Trail. By Edward Willett. 171 The he Sr ae Pi pees: da Mose and his 172 me Yankee Peddler; or, Jabez Hawk, the Spy. By ©. Dunning Clark. 178 The Scout and His Young Chum. By Warren St. John, 174 Blacksmith Tom’s Mask; or, The Renegade Rival, By Geo. D. Gilbert. 175 The Buckskin Rider; or, The White Scourge. By Guy Greenwood. 176 The Squatter’s Surprise; or, Frontier Life at Squire Boker’s. By Mrs. H. J. Thomas. 177 Four Fellow Scouts; or The Unseen Hand, By J. Stanley Henderson, 178 Old Kit and His Comrades; or, The Long Trail. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 179 Uncle Grill’s Disguise; or, Tom Drain, the Young Ranger. By Harry Hazard. 180 The Marked Miner; or, Jolly Jan the Dutch Trailer. By Lieut. Gol. Hazeltine, 181 The Wild Huntress; or, Old Grizzly the Bear- Tamer. By Capt. Bruin Adams, 182 The Dwarf Decoy; or, The White Steed Rider, By Maro O. Rolfe. 188 Job Dean’s Tactics; or, The Captain’s Fair Rescuer. By Ingoldsby North. 184 Yankee Eph’s Dilemma; or, the Scheming Suitor Foiled, J. R. Worcester. 185 The Wily Witch’s Ward. By Edwin E. Ewin. 186 Frank, the Furrier: or, The Yankee Magical Medicine Arrow. By J. Stanley Henderson. 187 Diana, the Fair Mountaineer. taker, 188 Jack’s Snare; or, The Kent Boys’ Plot. By Mrs, Ann E. Porter, 189 Sam, aS Shag Oe sce A Romance of 1779. By W. J, Hamilto: 190 The Dashing oars or, Zhe 4Aalf-Breed’s Revenge. By Frederick Dewey. 191 The Boy Brave; or, Stone Castle’s Shrewd Schemer. By James L. Bowen, 192 Sandy Bill, of Texas; or, The White Apache's Doom, By Edward Willett, 198 Harry Winkle’s Long Chase; or, the Haunted Hunter. By Wm. R. Eyster. 194 Creeper Cato, the Shadow Swamp Trailer. By F. Dewey. 195 The Ranger Detective; or, The Scalpless Hunter. By Harry Hazard. 196 Gypsy Mag, the Mountain Witch; or, The Mys- tecious mate e. By O. D. Clark. 197 The Branded Captain; or, The Silent Slayer. By W. J. Hamilton. By Capt. F. Whit- 198 sae Crossfire’s Crisis; or, Frank Nesbit, the Young Trailer. By Capt. Charles Howard,
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BEADLE’S BOY’S LIBRARY. Published Every Saturday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. 199 Zebra Zack, the Texan. By W. J. Hamilton. 200 The Nameless Hunter; or, the Dacotah Scourge. By George W. Robinson, 201 The Yankee Captives. By Edward Willett. 202 Teddy’s Long Trail. By Edward S. Ellis. 208 Old Hank, the Hermit; or, The Capture of the Cave. By Edward W. Archer. 204 Goosehead’s Best Shot. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 205 The Dutchman’s Dread; or. Gottlieb and his Hunter Pard. By Capt. Charles Howard. 206 Kit Burt’s Mask; or, Nick the Scout. By W. J. Hamilton. 207 Eagle-Eyed Tim; or, The Orafty Captain’s Plot. By C. Dunning Clark, 208 The Village Sport; or, The Young Mechanic's Muster. By James L. Bowen. 209 Buck Burt’s Pluck; or, The Scouts of the Scioto. By Edward Willett. 210 The Tell-Tale Bullet; or, The Outlaws’ Fate. By J. Stanley Henderson. 211 The Boy Surveyor; or, Rugy, the Daring Rider. By W. J, Hamilton, 212 Yankee Drover Swipes; or, The Young Mustang Rider. By Seelin Robins. 218 Silver City Tom; or, Blue Belt’s Barter. By James L. Bowen. 214 Nick, the Detective; or, The Border Vagabond’s Doom. By Edwin Emerson. 215 Mustang Rider Roy; or, The Brigands of Texas. By Albert W. Aiken, 216 The Dakota Dutchman; or, Sharp Eye’s Brave Band. By Maj. Max Martine. 4 217 Yankee Josh, the Rover; or, Two Adventurers in the Tropics. By B. H. Belknap, M. D. 218 New York Ned In California: or, The Brothers of the League. By W. J. Hamilton. 219 Kentucky Kate’s Shot; or, Border Foes’ Frays. By Edward Willett. 220 ’Frisco Frank’s Rival; or, The Gold Cave of Death Valley. By Paul J. Prescott. 221 Doctor Bag, Detective; or, Trailer Tom’s Tact. By Lewis Jay Swift. 222 Sly Sam’s Snare; or, The Boy Hunter’s Vow. By Louis Legrand, M, D, 228 Old Nancy’s Ward; or, The Rustic Rifle Ran- gers, By Lieut. Col. Hazeltine. , 224 Rattlepate, the Nabob; a Story of New York in Early Times. By Scott R. Sherwood. 225 Night-Hawk Bill; or, The New York Sportsmen's Clew. By W. J. Hamilton. 226 The Masked Maniac; or, The Old Man’s Mission. By Maro O. Rolfe. 227 Barney's Bold Brush; or, Three Youths in Idaho. By James L Bowen. 228 The Deadwood Sports; or, Diamond Dick’s De- liverance.. By Lieut. S. G. Lansing. 229 Hans Schmidt, Jr.; or, The Disguised Yankee, By W. J. Hamilton, s 230 Lone Star’s Sure Shot; or, The One-Armed Rival. By Harry Hazard. 231 Mark Morgan’s Mask; or, The Girl Avenger. By Capt. Charles Howard, : 232 ly Broom’s First Cruise; or, Tom Pintle, the Pilot. By H. Minor ret 288 The Girl Rifle-Shot. By W. J. Hamilton. 234 Old Kyle’s Long Tramp; or, Zeke, the Renegade. By acer J. Thomas. 285 Old Bill Syce’s Pledge; or, The Texan Unmasked. By Edward Willett, 236 The On-the-Wing eg or, Tracking a New York Bank Robber. By Ed. 8. Ellis. 287 The Dolphin’s a Skipper; or, Will Wing, the Pearl Pirate. By Roger Starbuck, 238 Josh’s Boy Pards; or, The Mysterious Sky Ran- ger. By 5S. G. 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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. Published Every Wednesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. 1 Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road, By E. L. Wheeler, 2 Kansas King; or, The Red Right Hand. B, Buffalo Bil ee if 8 The Flying Yankee; or, The Ocean Outcast. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 4 The Double Daggers; or, Deadwood Dick’s De- flance. By Edward L, Wheeler. 5 The Two Detectives; or, The Fortunes of a Bowery Girl. By Albert W. Aiken. 6 The Prairie Pilot; or, The Phantom Spy. By Buffalo Bill, 7 The Buffalo Demon; or, The Border Vultures. By Edward L. Wheeler. 8 Antelope Abe, the Boy Guide. By Oll Coomes. 9 Ned Wylde, the Boy Scout. By “Texas Jack.” 10 Buffalo Ben, Prince of the Pistol. By E. L. Wheeler. 11 Ralph Roy, the Boy Buccaneer. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 12 Nick o’ the Night; or, The Boy Spy of 76. B; T. C. Harbaugh. ; 2 al “d 18 Yellowstone Jack; or, The Trappers of the En- chanted Ground. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 14 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval. By BE. L Wheeler, 15 Diamond Dirk; or, The Mystery of the Yellow- stone. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 16 Keen-Knife, Prinve of the Prairies. By Ol Coomes, 17 Oregon Sol, Nick Whiffles’s Boy Spy. By J. F. 0. Adams, 18 Death-Face, the Detective, By E. L. Wheeler, 19 Lasso Jack, the Young Mustanger. By Oll Coomes. 20 Roaring Ralph Rockwood, the Reckless Ranger. By Harry St. George. 21 The Boy Clown; or, The Queen of the Arena, By Frank 8. Finn. The Phantom Miner; or, Deadwood Dick's Bo- nanza, By Edward L. Wheeler, 23 The Sea-Cat; or, The Witch of Darien. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker. 24 The Dumb Spy. By Oll Coomes, 25 Rattling Rube; or, The Night Hawks of Ken- tucky. By Harry St. George. 26 Old Avalanche, the Great Annihilator; or, Wild Edoa, the Girl Brigand. By E, L. Wheeler. 27 Glass-Eye, the Great Shot of the West. By J. F, ©, Adams, 28 The Boy Captain; or, The Pirate’s Daughter. Roger Starbuck, : 7 . al 29 Dick Darling, the Pony Express Rider. By Capt. F. Whittaker. 80 Rob Woolf, the Border Ruffian. By Edward L. Wheeler. 81 Nightingale Nat; or, The Forest Captains, By T. C. Harbaugh. 82 Black John, the Road-Agent; or, The Outlaws’ Retreat. By Joseph E. Badger, or 83 Omaha Oll, the Masked Terror; or, Deadwood Dick in Danger. By E. L. Wheeler. 84 Burt Bunker, the Trapper. By Geo. E. Lasalle. 85 The Boy Rifles; or, The Underground Camp. By A. C. Irons. &% The White Buffalo, By George EK. Lasalle, 87 Jim Bludsoe, Jr., the Boy Phenix; or, Through to Death. By Edward L, Wheeler. * 88 Ned Hazel, the Boy Trapper. By Captain J. F. C. Adams. 39 pee Eye, the Unknown Scout. By Buffalo 40 Nick Whiffles’s Pet; or, Inthe Valley of Death. By Capt. J. F. C, Adams. 41 Devdwood Dick’s Eagles; or, The Pards of Flood Bar. By Edward L, Wheeler. 42 The Border King; or, The Secret Foe. By Oll Coomes. 43 Old Hickory; or, Pandy Ellis’s Scalp. By Harry St. George. 44 The White Indian; or, The Scouts of the Yellow- stone. By Capt. J. F.C. Adams, 45 Buckhorn Bill; or, the Red RifleTeam. By Ed- ward L. Wheeler, 46 The Shadow ag or, The Rival Lieutenants, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 47 The Red Brotherhood; or, The Twelve Avengers. By W. J. Hamilton, 48 Dandy Jack; or, The Outlaw of the Oregon Trail, By T. O. Harbaugh. 49 Hurricane Bill; or, Mustang Sam and His Pard. By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 50 Single Hand; or, A Life for a Life. By W. J. Hamilton. 51 Patent-leather Joe; or, Old Rattlesnake the Charmer. By Philip 8. Warne, 52 The Horder Robin Hood; or, The Prairie Rover. By Buffalo Bill, 53 Gold Rifle, the Sharpshooter, Wheeler. &4 Old Zip’s Cabin; or, A Greenhorn in the Woods. By Capt. J. F. d. Adams, 55 Delaware Dick, the Young Ranger Spy. By Oll Coomes. 66 Mad Tom Western, the Texan Ranger. By W. J. Hamilton, 67 Deadwood Dick on Deck; or, Calamity Jane. By Edward L, Wheeler, 588 Hawkeye Harry, the Young Trapper. By Oll Coomes. 59 The Boy Duelist; or, The Cruise of the Sea Wolf, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 60 Abe Oolt, the Crow-Killer. By Albert W. Aiken, 61 legen Charlie, the Boy Bravo, By Edward L. Wheeler. 62 Will Somers, the Boy Detective, By Charles Morris, 63 re Ginger, the Giant Trapper. By Albert W. iken. 64 Rosebud Rob; or, Nugget Ned, the Knight of the Gulch. By Edward L, Wheeler. 65 eae | Joe, the Terror of the Prairie. By Capt. J. F.C, Adams. - 66 Kit Harefoot, the Wood-Hawk. By T. 0. Har- baugh. 4 By Edward L, 67 Rollo, the Boy Ranger. By Oll Coomes. 68 Idyl, the Girl Miner; or, Rosebud Rob on Hand, By Edward L, Wheeler. 69 Detective Dick; or, The Heroin Rags, By Chas, Morris. 70 Sure Shot Seth, the Boy Bifeman, By QU mes, is
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. 71 Sharp Sam; or, The Adventures of a Friendless Boy. By J. Alexander Patten. 72 The Lion of the Sea; or, The Vailed Lady of San Tropez. By Albert W. Aiken. 73 ae pa be Phil, the Boy Sleuth; vy Rosebud Rob’, ppearance. By E. L, Whee 74 Picayune Pete; or, ere the bee Deteo- tive, By Charles Mor 7 Island Jim; or, The = of the Family. Bracebridge Hemyng (Jack Harkaway). By 76 Watch-Kye, the Shadow. By E. L. Wheeler. 77 Dick Dead-Eye ah Boy Smuggler. By Colonel Prentiss cintes 2 = a 78 Deadwood Dick's. Tibi: or, The Sign of the Double Cross. By E. L. Wheeler. 79 The Black Mustanger; or, The wild Horse Hun- ters. By Captain Mayne Reid. 80 Old Frosty, the Guide. By T. C. Harbaugh. 81 The Sea Viper; or, The Midshipman’s Legacy. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 82 Seth Jones; or, The Captives of the Frontier. By E. 8. Ellis. 88 Canada Chet, the Counterfeiter Chief, By E. L. Wheeler, &4 The b @; or, The evs Daughter. B,; Captaid sald Frodeeick Whittaker. te “4 & The fede Boag rl Miners; or, The Enchanted Island. By 86 ose enn in New York. By Bracebridge Hemyng. ) 87 The Hussar Captain; or, The Hermit of Hell Gate. By Col Prentiss Ingraham, 88 Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A Strang Stroke for Liberty. By Edward L, Wheeler. 89 Bill Biddon, be per, or, Life in the Northwest. By Edward Pippy. the jotta or, The Young Champion, eorge Gl eason. 91 Mustang Sam, the King of the Plains, By Jos, E. ger, Jr. 92 The Ocean Bloodhound; or, the Red Pirates of the Caribbees. By Samuel W. Pearce. 98 Phil Hardy, the Boss Boy; or, soe stery of the Stronghold. By Char! Charles Mo: a 94 Deadwood Dick as Detective. “ 7E. L. Wheeler. 9 Buck Buckram; a ore the Female Trapper. By Captain J. F. 0. ‘Adams, 96 Gilt-Edged Dick. By Edward L. Wheeler. 97 The Black Steed of the Prairies. By James LL Bowen. 98 The Sea Serpent; or, The Boy Robinson Crusoe. By Juan Lewis. 99 Bonanza Bill, the Man Tracker; or, the Secret Twelve. By E. L. Wheeler, 100 sae Todd; or, The Fate of the Sioux Captive. y B.S, Ellis, 101 Daring Henk Se the Young Bear Killer; or, The rder Wolf.” By Harry St. George. 1038 ‘ia Yellow Chief; or, The Half-Blood’s Ven- geance, By Capt. Mayne Reid. 108 Chip, the Girl Sport. By Edward L. Wheeler. 104 The Black Schooner; or, Jib Junk, the Old Tar. By Roger Starbuck. 105 Handsome Harry, the Bootblack Detective, By Charles Morris. 106 Night-Hawk Kit; or, The Daughter of the Ranch, By Joseph E. Badger, Jr. 107 Jack Hoyle’s Lead; or, The Road to Fortune. By Edward L, Wheeler. 108 peta tl me it, the White Mustanger. By 108 The Branded an - By Frank or, The Man of Mystery. 110 The Dread wie? or, Th George W. B pee Ns. © Texan Duelist, By 111 Boss Bob, the King of Bootblacks, L. Wheeler. Eee 12 The Helpless Hand. By Capt. Mayne Reid, 113 Scar-Faced Saul, the Silent Hunter. By Ol Coomes. 114 ee Paul, the Mountain Boy. By T. 0. Har- 115 a Ee —- Agee Ghost of Gor- 116 lg Fs gt in the Polar 117 yemer ae ere or, The Trapper’ 118 hi td Phe ae i ag Be: ‘hbred; or, The Win- 119 eee eo gt a pai Dick’s Home Base. 120 aa Gid, the Boy Trapper. By T. G Har- 121 Harry Armstrong, the Captain of the Club. By Bracebridge Hemyng, (Jack Harkaway). 123 The Huuted Hunter; pe. The Strange Horseman of the Prairie. By ard S, Ellis. 128 Solid Sam, the Boy Road. -Agent. By Edward L. Wheeler, 124 godge fame hac Jr.; or, The Boy Vigilante. By T. 125 The Land ee or, The League of Devil's Island. By Capt. Mayne Reid. 126 Blue soe The capes id Day Boys of Rocky Bar. ‘ By Frank Dum wid 127 eg on ara ke the EL aed! ta =k Bob's Boss Job, 128 wil Wildfire’s Akos i Winning Against Odds. By Charies Morris. 129 Eagle Kit, the Boy Demon. By Oll Coomes, 130 Gold Trlgger , the ne or, The Girl Avengers, ar By T.C ‘baugh. 181 A pone. of Gold; or, pe ibe Dick’s Big Strike. By Edward L. Wheeler. 182 Dainty Lance, the Boy Sport. By Joseph KE Badger, Jr. 133 Big ad the Boss of the Road. By Frank Du- mont, 1384 Mike Merry, the Harbor Police Boy. By Chas. Morris. 185 Deadwood Dick of a “pa or, The Picked Party. By Edward L. Wheeler, 186 Old Rube, the poet By. Capt. Hamilton Holmes. 187 Dandy Rock, the Man from Texas. By G. Waldo Browne. 188 Bob Rockett, the Boy Dodger. By Chas. Morris, 139 The Biack Giant; or, Dainty Lance in Jeopardy. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 140 Caan. Arizona, the King Pin of Road-Agents. By Philip S. Warne. 441 New York Nell, the Boy-Girl Detective. By E. L. Wheeler. By Oli 142 Little Texas, the Young Mustanger, Coomes, Dash; or, Fighting Fire" with Fire. By 18 ey pede a ot.
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. 344 Little Grit, the Wild Rider. By Col. Prentiss In- grahant 44 The Tiger of Taos; or, Wild Kate, Dandy Rock’s Angel. By Geo, Waldo Browne. 146 The Cattle King; or, Cortina’s Right Bower. By Frank Danica 147 Nobby Nick of Nevada; or, the Scamps of the Sierras, By Edward L. Wheeler. 148 Thunderbolt Tom; or, the Wolf-Herder of the Rockies, By Harry St. George. 49 Bob Rockett, the Bank Runner. By Charles Morris. 150 The Mad Miner; or, Dandy Rock’s Doom, By G. Waldo Browne. 151 The Sea Trailer; or, A Vow Well Kept. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 183 Dandy Darke; or, The Tigers of High Pine. WwW. - Eyster. al 158 Wild Frank, the Buckskin Bravo. BRL Wheeler. By 154 The Boy Trailers; or, Dainty Lance on the War- Path, Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 185 Gold Plume, the Boy Bandit. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 186 Will Wildfire in the Woods. By ©. Morris. 157 Ned Temple, the Border Boy. By T. C. Har- baugh. 158 Deadwood Dick’s Doom; or, Calamity Jane’s Last Adventure. By E. L. Wheeler. 159 Patent-Leather Joe’s Defeat; or, The Lady Road-Agent. By Philip 8. Warne. 160 Buffalo Billy, the Boy Bullwhacker; or, The Doomed Thirteen, By Col. P. Ingraham. 161 Bob Rockett, the Cracksman. By C. Morris, 162 Little Hurricane, the Boy Captain. By Oll Coomes. 168 Deadwood Dick’s Dream; or, the Rivals of the Road, By E. L. Wheeler. 164 Tornado Tom; or, Injun Jack from Red Core. By T. O. Harbaugh. 165 Buffalo Bill’s Bet; or, The Gambler Guide, By Col. P. Ingraham. 186 Will Wildfre Wins and Loses; or, ‘A Trump Card,” By Charles Morris. 107 Dandy Rock’s Pledge; or, Hunted to Death. By George W. Browne. 168 Deadwood Dick’s Ward; or, The Black Hills Jezebel. By Edward L. eeler, 169 The Boy Champion. By Edward Willett. 170 Bob Rockett’s Fight for Life; or, Shad New York. By Charies Morris. oe ag 171 Frank Morton, the Boy Hercules. By Oll Coomes. The Yankee Ranger; or, Dusky Darrell. By Edwin Emerson. 173 Dick Dingle, Scout; or, The Frontier Angel. B: Edward & Ellis. = W. Browne. 175 Arab Detective; or, Snoozer, The Boy Sh By Haward L. Wheeler. arp 176 Will Wildfire’s Pluck; or, The Hidden Hand. By Charles Morris. Iv? The Boy Commander; or, The Maid of Perth, By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 174 Dandy Rock's Scheme; or, The Golden Hand, By G. 178 The Maniae Hunter; or, The Mysteries of Night Island. By Burton 2. 179 Dainty Lance; or, The Mystic Marksman. By J. E. Badger, Jr. 180 The nee Gold-Hunter; or, Navajo Nick’s Scout. By T. C, Harbaugh. 181 The Scapegrace Son. By Charles Morris. 182 The Dark-Skinned Scout; or, The Freebooters of the Mississippi. By Lieut. Col. Hazeltine. 183 Jabex Dart, Detective; or, The Hermit Trapper. By Oll Coomes. 184 Featherweight, the Boy Spy. By Ed. Willett. 185 Bison 7 the Overland Prince. By Col. Pren- tiss In, ™, 186 Dainty Lance and His Pard. By J. E. Badger, Jr. 187 The Pipe Lae Tiger King; or, Dark Paul’s Plot. By Charies Morris. 188 The Ventriloquist Detective, A Romance of Rogues. By Edward L. Wheeler. 189 Old Rocky’s Boys; or, Bonito, the Young Mus- tang-Breaker. y Maj. Sam. 8. Hall. 7” 190 Sim Simpkins, Scout; or, The Faithful Mountain Mastiff. By James ., Bowen. 191 Dandy Rock’s Rival; or, The Mysterious Wolf Rider. By Geo, Waldo Browne. 192 Hickory Harry; or, Roaring Ralph, the Ventrilo. quist. By Harry St. George. 193 Detective Josh Grim; or, The Young Gladiator's Game. By Edward L. Wheeler. 194 Prospect Pete, the Boy Miner. By Oll Coomes. 195 The Tenderfoot Trailer; or, Plucky Phil, of the Mountain. By T. C. Harbaugh. 196 The Dandy Detective; or, The Abducted Boy Mystery. By Charles Morris. 197 Roy, the oe eB Cattle King; or, The Texan Sport Unmasked. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 198 Ebony Dan’s Mask; or, The Rival Leagues of the Mines: By Frank Dumont. 199 Dictionary Nat, Detective; or, Bill Bravo, the Bear Tamer. By T, C. Harbaugh. 200 The Twin Horsemen: or, The Brothers of the Plumed Lance. By Capt. Frederick Whittaker, 201 Dandy Darke’s Pards; or, The Hawks of High Pine. By Wm. R. Eyster. 202 Tom, the Texan Tiger; or, Old Luke's Luck. By Oll Coomes. 208 Sam, the Office Boy; or, The Tables Turned. Charles Morris. eee 204 The Young Cowboy; ‘or, The Girl Trailer’s Tri- umph. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham 205 The Frontier Detective; or, Sierra Sam’s Sche By E. L. Wheeler. ° oe 206 White Lightning; or, the Bo: A . Harbaugh. - “ a ee 207 Kentuck Talbot's Band; or, The Captain Mark Wilton. ° peer 208 Tra Tom's Castle Mystery; or, Dashi: Di a, Dhiguinn By Oli Coomen’ bs 209 The Messenger-Boy Detective; or, The Tabl Turned. By Charles Moria,
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BEADLE’S POCKET LIBRARY. Published Every Wednesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents. 210 The Hunchback of the Mines; or, Reckless Ralph, the Road-Agent. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 211 Little Giant and His Band; or Despard, the Duelist. By P. S. Warne. 212 ae Jimtown Sport; or, Gypsy Jack in Colorado. vy EL. Wheeler. 213 The Pirate’s Prize; or, The Mysterious Yankee Schooner. By C. Dunning Clark, 214 Dandy Dave, of Shasta; or, The ’Frisco Flash o’ Lightning. By T. 0. Harbaugh, 215 Daring Dan, the Ranger; or, Tne Denver. Detec- tive. By Ol Coomes, 216 The Cowboy Captain; or, Ranger Ralph’s Ruin. By Colonel Prent’ss Ingraham, 217 ald Head of the Rockies; or, The Ang’l of the Range. By Major Sam §&. Hall. 218 The Miner Sport; or, Sugar-Coated Sam’s Claim, y Edward L. Wheeler. 219 Buck, the Detective; or, Paul, the Boy Pard. By Albert W. Aiken. 220 Crack-Shot Frank; or, Bill Bounce, the Moun- tain Bravo, By Charles Morris. 221 Merle the Middy; or, A Waif of the Waves. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham, 222 Rosebud Ben’s Boys; or, The Young Prairie Rangers. By Oll Coomes, 223 Gold Conrad’s Watch-Dogs; or, The Two Pards of Vulture Bar. By T. C. Harbeuch, 224 vce Fe gus, the New York Boy. Br G.L. iken, 225 Dick Drew, the Miner’s Son; or, Apollo Bill, the Road-Agent. By Edward L. Wheeler. 226 Dakota Dick in Chicago; or, Jack, the Oid Tar. By Charles Morris, : E 227 Merle, the Boy Cruiser; or, Brandt, the Bue- canevr. By Colonel Prentiss Ingraham. 228 The Preacher Detective; or, The Boy Ventrilo- uist. By Oll Coomes, 229 Old Hickory’s Grit. By John J. Marshall. 230 The Three Boy Sports; or, The Sword Hunters, By Captain Frederick Whittaker. 231 Sierra Sam, the Detective. By Ed. L, Wheeler. 232 Merle Monte’s Treasure; or, Buccaneer Brandt’s Threat. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham. 233 Rocky Rover Kit; or, Davy Crockett’s Crooked Trail. By Ensign C. D. Warren. 284 Baldy, the Miner Chief. By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 285 Jack Stump’s Cruise; or, The Montpelier’s Muti- neers, By Rozer Starbuck. 286 Sierra Sam’s Double; or, The Three Female De- tectives. By Ei, L, Wheel+r, 237 Newsboy Ned, Detective; or, Two Philadelphia Gamins. By Charles Morris. 288 Merle Monte’s Sea-Scraper; or, Little Belt’s Droll Disguise, By Col. Prentiss Ineraham. 239 Ben’s Biz Boom; or, The Boss Miner’s League, ek Capt. Mark Wilton. 240 Sharp Shot Mike, or, Columbia Jim on the War- Path, By Oll Coomes. 241 Sierra Sam’s Sentence: or, Little Luck at Rough Ranch. By Edward L, Wheeler, 242 The Denver Detective; or, Dainty Dot at Gold Gulch. T. O. Harbaugh. 243 Dutch n’s Dilemma; or, The Mysterious Mountain Monster. By Maj. L. W. Carson, 244 Merle Monte’s Disguise; or. The Capture of Brandt, the Buccaneer. By Col Prentiss In- graham. 245 B Idy’s Boy Partner; or, Young Brainerd’s Steam Man. By Edward S. Elis. 246 Detective Keen’s Apprentice: or, James Jumper the New York Gamin, By Charles Morris, 247 The Girl Sport; or, Jumbo Joe’s Disguise. By Edward L, Wheeler. 488 Giant George’s Pard; or, Arizona Jack, the Tenderfoot, By Buckskin Sam, 249 Ranch Rob’s Wild Ride; or, Old Winch The Rifle King. By T. C. Harbaugh. 250 Merle Monte’s Pardon; or, The Pirate Chief's Doom, By Col. Prentiss Ingrabam, 251 The Deaf Detective; or, Weasel, the Boy Tramp. By Edward Willett. 252 Denver Doll’s Device: or, The Detective Queen, By Edward L. Wheeler. 258 The Boy Tenderfoot; or, Roaring Ben Bundy of Colorado. By Capt. Mark Wilton. 254 Black Hills Ben; or, Dutch Jan on the War- Path. By Maj. Lewis W. ‘son, 255 Jolly Jim, Detective; or, The Young Protege’s Victory. By Charles Morris. 256 Merle Monte’s Last Cruise; or, The Sea Robber at Bay. By Col. Pren'iss Ingraham, 257 The Boy Chief of Rocky Pass; or, The Young California Pards. By Maj. E. L. St. Vrain. 258 Denver Doll as Detective. By E, L. Wheeler. 259 Little Foxeye, the Colorado Spy. By Oll Coomes, 260 Skit, the Cabin Boy. By Edward Willett. 261 Bi-de, the Sport, or, the Giant of Clear Grit Camp. By T. C. Harbaugh. 262 Billy, the Boy Rover; or, Terror Tom of Texas, By Col. P. Ingraham. 263 Buster Bob’s Buoy; or, Lige, the Lizght-House Keeper, By Capt. J. F. C. Adams. 264 Denver Doll’s Partner; or, Big Buckskin uke Sport. By E. L. Wheeler. 265 Billy, the Baggace Boy; or, The Young Railroad Detective. By Charles Morris. 266 Guy’s Boy Chum; or, The Forest Waif's Mask, By Capt. Comstock, 267 Giant George’s Revenge; or, The Boys of “‘ Slip- up Mine.” By Buckskin Sam, 268 The Dead Shot Dandy; or, The Rio Grande Marauders. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, 269 The Quartzville Boss; or, Daring David Darke. By Edward Willett, 270 Denver Doll’s Mine; or, Little Bill’s Big Loss, By E. L. Wheeler. 271 Ebony Jim’s Terror; or, Ranger Rainbolt’s Ruse, By Oll Coomes. 272 Kit, the Girl Detective; or, Dandy Dash in Cali- fornia. By T. C. Harbaugh. 278 The Girl Rider; or, Nimble Ned’s Surprise. By Jos. E. Badger, Jr. 274 Dead Shot Dandy'’s Double; or, Benito, the Boy Pard. By Col. Prentiss Ingraham, Ready April 10. 275 Fred, the Ocean Waif; or, The Old Sailo's Fioieue- By Charles Morris. Ready April 17. 276 Deadwood Dick Trapped; or, Roxey Ralph's Ruse. By Edward L. Wheeler, Ready April 24. 277 The Idiot Boy Avenger; or, Captain Wild Cat's Big Game. Albert W. Aiken. ; Ready May Brapue’s Pocker Lmrary is for sale by all News- dealers, five cents a copy, or sent by mail on re- ceipt of six cents each. BeapLe anp ApaMs, Publishers, 98 William Street, New York, |