Two Wyoming Girls and Their Homestead Claim: A Story for GirlsMarshall, Caroline Louise
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Two Wyoming Girls and Their Homestead Claim: A Story for Girls
Marshall, Caroline Louise
Frontier and pioneer life -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction; Homestead law -- West (U.S.) -- Juvenile fiction
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TWO WYOMING GIRLS
And Their Homestead Claim
A Story for Girls
BY
MRS. CARRIE L. MARSHALL
Author of "The Girl Ranchers," Etc.
ILLUSTRATED BY IDA WAUGH
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
PHILADELPHIA MDCCCXCIX
COPYRIGHT 1899 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
[Illustration: THE FLAMES REACHED TOWARD ME GREEDILY
(Page 63)]
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I I GO ON AN ERRAND 7
II THE WILL OF THE WATERS 23
III AT THE MOUTH OF THE SHAFT 37
IV A PLOT FOILED 44
V AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE 57
VI A VISIT FROM MRS. HORTON 68
VII SURMISES 77
VIII "BEST LAID PLANS" 92
IX AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT 108
X RALPH AND I GO BLACKBERRYING 118
XI THE CATTLE BRAND 130
XII ON THE TRAIL OF A WILDCAT 145
XIII JOE DISAPPEARS 158
XIV AT THE STORAGE RESERVOIR 172
XV CHASED BY WOLVES 183
XVI A SLEEPLESS NIGHT 194
XVII A QUEER BANK 207
XVIII A VITAL POINT 227
XIX MR. HORTON MAKES US A VISIT 240
XX GUARD MAKES A MISTAKE 253
XXI A FRIEND IN NEED 261
XXII AN OPEN WINDOW 273
XXIII ALONE ON THE CLAIM 284
XXIV HUNTING FOR GUARD 294
XXV GUARD'S PRISONER 304
XXVI MR. HORTON CAPITULATES 316
TWO WYOMING GIRLS
CHAPTER I
I GO ON AN ERRAND
A fierce gust of wind and rain struck the windows, and Jessie, on her
way to the breakfast table, dish in hand, paused to listen.
"Raining again!" she exclaimed, setting the dish down emphatically.
"It seems to me that it has rained every day this spring. When it
hasn't poured here in the valley, it has more than made up for it in
the mountains."
"You are more than half right," father said, drawing his chair up to
the table. "Is breakfast ready, dear? I am going to work in the mines
to-day, and I'm in something of a hurry."
"Going to work in the mines!" Jessie echoed the words, as, I am sure,
I did also. I was sitting in the corner dressing little Ralph, or, to
be strictly accurate, trying to dress him. No three year-old that ever
lived could be more exasperating than he sometimes was during that
ordeal or could show a more pronounced distaste for the bondage of
civilized garments.
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