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The Daughter of the Chieftain by Edward S. Ellis
The meaning of the Indian word for Wyoming is "Large Plains," which, like most of the Indian names, fits very well indeed.

Brave Tom by Edward S. Ellis
The boy had no brother or sister; and as he was bright, truthful, good-tempered, quick of perception, and obedient, it can be well understood that he was the pride and hope of his mother and aunt

Thomas Jefferson by Edward S. Ellis
No golden eagle, warm from the stamping press of the mint, is more sharply impressed with its image and superscription than was the formative period of our government by the genius and personality of Thomas Jefferson.

The Life of Kit Carson by Edward S. Ellis
His lot was cast on the extreme western frontier, where, when but a youth, he earned the respect of the tough and frequently lawless men with whom he came in contact.

The Lost Trail by Edward S. Ellis
Near the center of the canoe, which was of goodly size and straight, upon a bed of blankets, sat the wife of the young man in the stern. A glance would have dissipated the slightest suspicion of her being anything other than a willing voyager upon the river.

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The Cave in the Mountain by Edward S. Ellis

Through Forest and Fire by Edward S. Ellis

Two Boys In Wyoming by Edward S. Ellis

Oonomoo the Huron by Edward S. Ellis

Cowmen and Rustlers by Edward S. Ellis

In the Pecos Country by Edward S. Ellis

The Huge Hunter by Edward S. Ellis

The Run of the Yellow Mail by Frank Spearman

Golden Stories by Frank Spearman and others

Smoky The Cowhorse by Will James

From The Discovery and Settlement of Kentucke by John Filson
The Adventures Of Col. Daniel Boon;
Curiosity is natural to the soul of man, and interesting objects have a powerful influence on our affections. Let these influencing powers actuate, by the permission or disposal of Providence, from selfish or social views, yet in time the mysterious will of Heaven is unfolded, and we behold our conduct, from whatsoever motives excited, operating to answer the important designs of heaven. Thus we behold Kentucke, lately an howling wilderness,

Remember the Alamo by Amelia E. Barr
In A. D. sixteen hundred and ninety-two, a few Franciscan monks began to build a city. The site chosen was a lovely wilderness hundreds of miles away from civilization on every side, and surrounded by savage and warlike tribes. But the spot was as beautiful as the garden of God. It was shielded by picturesque mountains, watered by two rivers, carpeted with flowers innumerable, shaded by noble trees joyful with the notes of a multitude of singing birds.

The Run Of The Yellow Mail by Frank H. Spearman
But Jimmie had a grievance, and every time he thought about it, it made him nervous. Ninety-six years. It seemed a good while to wait; yet in the regular course of events on the mountain division there appeared no earlier prospect of Jimmies getting a passenger run.

The Call of the Cumberlands by Charles Neville Buck
The sugar-loaf cone that towered above a creek called Misery was pointed and edged with emerald tracery where the loftiest timber thrust up its crest plumes into the sun. On the hillsides it would be light for more than an hour yet

Life And Adventures Of Calamity Jane By Herself
My maiden name was Marthy Cannary. I was born in Princeton, Missourri, May 1st, 1852. Father and mother were natives of Ohio. I had two brothers and three sisters, I being the oldest of the children. As a child I always had a fondness for adventure and out-door exercise and especial fondness for horses

A Cumberland Vendetta by John Fox, Jr.
it was a secret refuge now against hunger or darkness when they were hunting in the woods. The primitive meal was finished; ashes were raked over the red coals; the slice of bacon and the little bag of meal were hung high against the rock wall;

Dust Emanuel Haldeman-Julius and Anna Marcet Haldeman-Julius
Her husband, pale and gaunt, the shadow of death in his weary face and the droop of his body, sat leaning against one of the wagon wheels trying to quiet a wailing, emaciated year-old baby while little tow-headed Nellie, a vigorous child of seven, frolicked undaunted by the August heat.

Little Friend Coyote by George Bird Grinnell
She was young and handsome and of good family, and her parents were well-to-do, for her father was a leading warrior of his tribe. Front Wolf was himself a noted warrior, and had grown rich from his forays on the camps of the enemy, so when he asked for the young woman her parents were pleased

The Gold Wolf by W.A. Fraser
All day in the saddle, riding a trail that winds in and out among rocks, and trees, and cliffs monotonously similar, the hush of the everlasting hills holding in subjection man's soul

Owners Up by W.A. Fraser
You can't have any kind of sport with one individual, horse or man, and Clatawa had beaten everything so decisively that the gamblers sat down with blank faces and asked, "What's the use?"

Thoroughbreds by W.A. Fraser
By an inconsistent twist of fate he was known as Honest John. His father before him had raced in old Kentucky to considerable purpose, and with the full vigor of a man who races for sport; and so to the son John, in consequence

The Scoring of the Raja by W.A. Fraser
"Going to ham-string the Raja's horses?" Devlin asked. But Devlin had no head for deep plots, Woolson knew that; he was only a lieutenant who danced well.

The Remittance Man : A Tale Of A Prodigal by W.A. Fraser
Of course, George was consigned to some one—he and his ten thousand pounds that was to start him in cattle ranching; but that didn't matter—nothing matters in the West, for things must work out their own salvation there.

Bulldog Carney by W.A. Fraser
A lean-faced man, with small piercing gray eyes, had ridden his buckskin cayuse into the bar and was buying. Nagel's furtrading men, topping off their spree in town before the long trip to Great Slave Lake, were enthusiastically, vociferously naming their tipple. A freighter, Billy the Piper, was playing the "Arkansaw Traveller" on a tin whistle.

Bulldog Carney's Alibi by W.A. Fraser
It had ripped from the bowels of a mountain pebbles of gold, and the town of Bucking Horse was the home of men who had come at the call of the yellow god.

The Outcasts by W.A. Fraser

The Medicine Grizzly Bear by George Bird Grinnell
There was a chief's son who loved the poor boy, and these two went together all the time. They were like brothers; they used to hunt together and go courting together, and when they were travelling, the poor boy often rode one of the ponies

Impressions of an Indian Childhood by Zitkala-Sa
my mother came to draw water from the muddy stream for our household use. Always, when my mother started for the river, I stopped my play to run along with her. She was only of medium height. Often she was sad and silent

Lahoma by John Breckinridge Ellis
Since the seizure of Gledware, the child had been lying on the rude table in the midst of a greasy pack of cards -- cards that had been thrown down at the sound of his galloping horse. The table supported, also, much of the booty captured from the wagon-train

The Last Stetson by John Fox, Jr.
Always the miller had been a man of peace; and there was one time when he thought the old Stetson-Lewallen feud was done. That was when Rome Stetson, the last but one of his name, and Jasper Lewallen, the last but one of his, put their guns down and fought with bare fists

The Little Shepherd of Kingdom Come by John Fox, Jr.
It was the spirit of the plague that passed, taking with it the breath of the unlucky and the unfit: and in the hut on Lonesome three were dead -- a gaunt mountaineer, a gaunt daughter, and a gaunt son.

The Rover Boys In Business by Edward Stratemeyer
"Oh, pawnbrokers are not so bad," came from Spud Jackson, as he helped himself to more potatoes. "I knew of one fellow down in New Haven who used to loan thousands of dollars to the students at Yale.

The Round-Up by John Murray and Mills Miller
Down an old trail in the Ghost Range in northwestern Mexico, just across the Arizona border, a mounted prospector wound his way, his horse carefully picking its steps among the broken granite blocks which had tumbled upon the ancient path from the mountain wall above. A burro followed, laden heavily with pack, bed-roll, pick, frying-pan, and battered coffee-pot

The McWilliams Special by Frank H. Spearman
Our end of the story never went in at all. Never went in because it was not deemed -- well, essential to the getting up of the annual report. We could have raised their hair; they could have raised our salaries; but they didn't; we didn't.

The Trial Path by Zitkala-Sa
IT was an autumn night on the plain. The smoke-lapels of the cone-shaped tepee flapped gently in the breeze. From the low night sky, with its myriad fire points, a large bright star peeped in at the smoke-hole of the wigwam between its fluttering lapels

Vanished Arizona by Martha Summerhayes
I came to know, as their guest, the best of old military society. They were very old-fashioned and precise, and Frau Generalin often told me that American girls were too ausgelassen in their manners.

A Warrior's Daughter by Zitkala-Sa
He was the chieftain's bravest warrior. He had won by heroic deeds the privilege of staking his wigwam within the great circle of teepees.

The Girl Who Was the Ring by George Bird Grinnell
Of all the games played by men among the Pawnee Indians, none was so popular as the stick game. This was an athletic contest between pairs of young men, and tested their fleetness, their eyesight, and their skill in throwing the stick. The implements used were a ring six inches in diameter

Arizona Sketches by Joseph A. Munk
Everything that he sees is different from the familiar objects of his home, and he is filled with wonder and amazement at the many curious things that are brought to his notice. Judging the country by what is common back east, the average man is disappointed and prejudiced against what he sees

The Seventh Man by Max Brand
A man under thirty needs neighbors and to stop up the current of his life with a long silence is like obstructing a river--eventually the water either sweeps away the dam or rises over it, and the stronger the dam the more destructive is that final rush to freedom.

My Life on the Plains by Gen. George A. Custer
Of the many persons whom I have met on the Plains as transient visitors from the States or from Europe, there are few who have not expressed surprise that their original ideas concerning the appearance and characteristics of the country were so far from correct, or that the Plains in imagination, as described in books, tourists' letters, or reports of isolated scientific parties, differed so widely from the Plains as they actually exist and appear to the eye.

The Virginian, A Horseman Of The Plains by Owen Wister
Some notable sight was drawing the passengers, both men and women, to the window; and therefore I rose and crossed the car to see what it was. I saw near the track an enclosure, and round it some laughing men, and inside it some whirling dust, and amid the dust some horses, plunging, huddling, and dodging.

Selected Stories by Bret Harte
There was commotion in Roaring Camp. It could not have been a fight, for in 1850 that was not novel enough to have called together the entire settlement. The ditches and claims were not only deserted, but "Tuttle's grocery" had contributed its gamblers, who, it will be remembered, calmly continued their game the day that French Pete and Kanaka Joe shot each other to death over the bar in the front room. The whole camp was collected before a rude cabin on the outer edge of the clearing.

The Outlet by Andy Adams
In regard to horses we were well outfitted. During the summer of '83, Don Lovell had driven four herds, two on Indian contract and two of younger cattle on speculation. Of the latter, one was sold in Dodge for delivery on the Purgatory River in southern Colorado, while the other went to Ogalalla, and was disposed of and received at that point.

The Prairie Traveler by Randolph Barnes Marcy
The grass, after the 1st of May, is good and abundant upon this road as far as the South Pass, from whence there is a section of about 50 miles where it is scarce; there is also a scarcity upon the desert beyond the sink of the Humboldt. As large numbers of cattle pass over the road annually,

Life in the Rocky Mountains by Isabella L. Bird
It is a weariness to go back, even in thought, to the clang of San Francisco, which I left in its cold morning fog early yesterday, driving to the Oakland ferry through streets with side-walks heaped with thousands of cantaloupe and water-melons, tomatoes, cucumbers, squashes, pears, grapes, peaches, apricots,--all of startling size as compared with any I ever saw before.

The Scouts of the Valley by Joseph A. Altsheler
A light canoe of bark, containing a single human figure, moved swiftly up one of the twin streams that form the Ohio. The water, clear and deep, coming through rocky soil, babbled gently at the edges, where it lapped the land, but in the center the full current flowed steadily and without noise.

The Young Trailers by Joseph A. Altsheler
It was a white caravan that looked down from the crest of the mountains upon the green wilderness, called by the Indians, Kain-tuck-ee. The wagons, a score or so in number, were covered with arched canvas, bleached by the rains, and, as they stood there, side by side, they looked like a snowdrift against the emerald expanse of forest and foliage.

The Story of the Greatest Nations and the World's Famous Events and the World's Famous Events Vol. 1 by Edward S. Ellis
We gaze here upon of the most stupendous moments of history, a battle which was to decide the fate of all the future ages. Greece overthrew Persia.

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Secret Forces

These are the secret forces coming up from a hidden source
Demanding a certain level of devotion and detachment
Little is asked and much is given to those who are attentive
This is the time of Grace 
and the knowledge rains down into cupped hands.

Oh, for a barrow to catch this revelation of truth
Into the future with forces exploding and subtleties of silicon
I am your anode and you are my cathode, hold me!
Shivers glue us into a one volt barrier
The potential of this union is great, blasting!
Through falsehood into the ceiling of union.

Secret forces undeniable at work when most dither.
Moon rise and sun rise rocket rise and satellite
Much now is entering the world of thought
where only men of detachment can survive,
the others they were warned,
told what had to be done to pass through
this new world of Hypothesis

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