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OUR FELLOWS; OR, Skirmishes with the Swamp Dragoons
AUTHOR OF “GUNBOAT SERIES,” “ROCKY MOUNTAIN SERIES,” “BOY TRAPPER SERIES.” ETC.
THE JOHN C. WINSTON CO., PHILADELPHIA, CHICAGO, TORONTO.
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COPYRIGHT, 1872 BY, J. W. DAUGHADAY & CO.
I. —WHO OUR FELLOWS ARE, 9 II. —AN UNINVITED GUEST, 17 III. —MARK’S ADVENTURE, 29 IV. —A FRIEND IN NEED, 44 V. —WE TALK THE MATTER OVER, 54 VI. —MARK MAKES A DISCOVERY, 74 VII. —OUR CHRISTMAS TURKEYS, 81 VIII. —A RIDE AFTER THE INDIANS, 106 IX. —CAUGHT AT LAST, 123 X. —I STAND PICKET, 146 XI. —THE TABLES TURNED, 168 XII. —TOM IS ASTONISHED, 180 XIII. —TOM TELLS HIS STORY, 204 XIV. —TOM’S PLAN, 217 XV. —DANGEROUS WORK, 231 XVI. —OUR STRATAGEM, 241 XVII. —TAKING THE BACK TRACK, 249 XVIII. —AN UNEXPECTED DELIVERANCE, 265 XIX. —“MARK TWO TIMES,” 278 XX. —CONCLUSION, 293
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My name is Joseph Coleman, and at the time my story begins I was sixteen years of age. Mark was my twin brother; and he looked and acted so much like me, or else I looked and acted so much like him, that only our very intimate friends could tell us apart. We always dressed alike, and that, no doubt, had something to do with the remarkable resemblance we bore to each other.
Many were the mistakes that were made in regard to our identity—some of them laughable, others proving exactly the reverse, especially when I was called upon to stand punishment for his misdeeds. On one occasion Mark got into a difficulty with a half-breed. About a week afterward, while I was riding along the road, I met this same half-breed with a big switch in his hand, and all that saved me from a severe whipping was the speed of my horse.