Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England The Wild Huntress, by Captain Mayne Reid. ________________________________________________________________________ This book is divided up into 105 chapters of roughly the same length and each moving forward the events with some significant incident. It must be remembered that the author was one of the very first writers to describe the Wild West, and this book, first published in 1855, his ninth book to appear in this genre, is very masterly. After a little scene-setting the story opens with Frank Wingrove, who had bought an area of land in Tennessee that was already in the hands of a squatter, Hickman Holt, coming to explain the situation to the squatter who, not unnaturally is rather annoyed. They are just about to have a duel to the death when a third party arrives on the scene. This is the start of the main events of the book, for Frank has fallen in reciprocated love with one of the two beautiful daughters of the squatter. I will not spoil the story for you, but it takes you in the direction of California, and into the hands of the Indians. It also takes you into the encampment of a Mormon train, that is making its way towards Salt Lake City. It is rather an exciting, and indeed interesting tale, well worth reading. Listening to it may be harder to accomplish, because so many of the people in the story talk in various forms of uneducated English, but it's worth a try. ________________________________________________________________________ THE WILD HUNTRESS, BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID. CHAPTER ONE. THE SQUATTER'S CLEARING. The white-headed eagle, soaring above the spray of a Tennessean forest, looks down upon the clearing of the squatter. To the eye of the bird it is alone visible; and though but a spot in the midst of that immense green sea, it is conspicuous by the colour of the trees that stand over it. They stand, but grow not: the girdling ring around their stems has deprived them of their sap; the ivory bill of the _log-cock_ has stripped them of their bark; their leaves and twigs have long since disappeared; and only the trunks and greater branches remain, like blanched skeletons, with arms upstretched to heaven, as if mutely appealing for vengeance against their destroyer. The squatter's clearing, still thus encumbered, is a mere vistal opening in the woods, from which only the underwood has been removed. The more slender saplings have been cut down or rooted up; the tangle of parasitical plants have been torn from the trees; the cane-brake has been fired; and the brush, collected in heaps, has melted away upon the blazing pile. Only a few stumps of inferior thickness give evidence, that some little labour has been performed by the axe.