Paul stopped in a little open space, and looked around all the circle of
the forest. Everywhere it was the same--just the curving wall of red and
brown, and beyond, the blue sky, flecked with tiny clouds of white. The
wilderness was full of beauty, charged with the glory of peace and
sile ...
The wilderness rolled away to north and to south, and also it
rolled away to east and to west, an unbroken sweep of dark,
glossy green. Straight up stood the mighty trunks, but the
leaves rippled and sang low when a gentle south wind breathed
upon them. It was the forest as God made it, the m ...
It would soon be Christmas and Harry Kenton, at his desk in the
Pendleton Academy, saw the snow falling heavily outside. The school
stood on the skirt of the town, and the forest came down to the edge of
the playing field. The great trees, oak and ash and elm, were clothed
in white, and they ...
"The Guns of Shiloh," a complete story in itself, is the complement of
"The Guns of Bull Run." In "The Guns of Bull Run" the Civil War and its
beginnings are seen through the eyes of Harry Kenton, who is on the
Southern side. In "The Guns of Shiloh" the mighty struggle takes its
color f ...
A young man was shaving. His feet rested upon a broad plank embedded in
mud, and the tiny glass in which he saw himself hung upon a wall of raw,
reeking earth. A sky, somber and leaden, arched above him, and now and
then flakes of snow fell in the sodden trench, but John Scott went on
pla ...
A canoe containing two boys and a man was moving slowly on one of the
little lakes in the great northern wilderness of what is now the State
of New York. The water, a brilliant blue under skies of the same intense
sapphire tint, rippled away gently on either side of the prow, or rose
in h ...
The tall youth, turning to the right, went down a gentle slope until
he came to a little stream, where he knelt and drank. Despite his
weariness, his thirst and his danger he noticed the silvery color of
the water, and its soft sighing sound, as it flowed over its pebbly
bed, made a pleas ...
A light wind sang through the foliage, turned to varying and vivid
hues now by the touch of autumn, and it had an edge of cold that made
Robert Lennox shiver a little, despite a hardy life in wilderness and
open. But it was only a passing feeling. A moment or two later he
forgot it, and, ...
The three, the white youth, the red youth, and the white man, lay deep
in the forest, watching the fire that burned on a low hill to the west,
where black figures flitted now and then before the flame. They did not
stir or speak for a long time, because a great horror was upon them.
They ...
"The Scouts of Stonewall," while an independent story, is in effect a
continuation of the series which began with "The Guns of Bull Run" and
which was carried on in "The Guns of Shiloh." The present romance
reverts to the Southern side, and is concerned with the fortunes of
Harry Kenton ...
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 nois ...
A train of wagons and men wound slowly over the hills in the darkness and
rain toward the South. In the wagons lay fourteen or fifteen thousand
wounded soldiers, but they made little noise, as the wheels sank suddenly
in the mud or bumped over stones. Although the vast majority of them
...
Tayoga, of the Clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great
League of the Hodenosaunee, advanced with utmost caution through a
forest, so thick with undergrowth that it hid all objects twenty yards
away. He was not armed with a rifle, but carried instead a heavy bow,
while a qui ...
The first youth rode to the crest of the hill, and, still sitting on his
horse, examined the country in the south with minute care through a pair
of powerful glasses. The other two dismounted and waited patiently.
All three were thin and their faces were darkened by sun and wind.
But the ...
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 ...