Crow Indians -- Fiction; Indian captivities -- Fiction; Western stories; Yellowstone River Valley -- Fiction
John Ermine _Frontispiece_
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The Chairman 5
A Crow 15
"In the middle of the bunch sat Weasel" 31
"He called the boy to him and put his arm around him" 47
Wolf-Voice 84
"'Halt! Who goes there?'" 97
Captain Lewis 105
Major Ben Searles 117
"Bullets kicked up the dust" 127
Katherine 142
The Englishman 144
"'Will you please carry my parasol for me?'" 157
Shockley 182
"He bore the limp form to the sands" 209
"A tremendous bang roared around the room" 239
Ramon 254
JOHN ERMINE
CHAPTER I
VIRGINIA CITY
One fine morning in the fall of '64 Alder Gulch rolled up its shirt
sleeves and fell to the upheaving, sluicing, drifting, and cradling of
the gravel. It did not feel exactly like old-fashioned everyday work to
the muddy, case-hardened diggers. Each man knew that by evening he would
see the level of dust rise higher in his long buckskin gold-bags. All
this made for the day when he could retire to the green East and marry
some beautiful girl--thereafter having nothing to do but eat pie and
smoke fragrant cigars in a basking sunshine of no-work. Pie up at
Kustar's bake-shop was now one dollar a pie, and a pipe full of molasses
and slivers was the best to be had in the market. Life was hard at Alder
in those days--it was practical; and when its denizens became
sentimental, it took these unlovely forms, sad to relate.
[Illustration]
Notwithstanding the hundreds who toiled in the gulches, Virginia City
itself held hurrying crowds,--Mormon freighters, pack trains, ponies,
dirty men off the trails, wan pilgrims, Indians, Chinese, and almost
everything else not angelic.
Into this bustle rode Rocky Dan, who, after dealing faro all night at
the "Happy Days" shebang, had gone for a horseback ride through the
hills to brighten his eyes and loosen his nerves. Reining up before this
place, he tied his pony where a horse-boy from the livery corral could
find it. Striding into that unhallowed hall of Sheol, he sang out, "Say,
fellers, I've just seen a thing out in the hills which near knocked me
off'en my horse. You couldn't guess what it was nohow. I don't believe
half what I see and nothin' what I read, but it's out thar in the hills,
and you can go throw your eyes over it yourselves."
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