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THE TREASURE OF NUGGET MOUNTAIN. Edited by Marion Ames Taggart. 12mo, cloth, 85 cents.
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ADAPTED FOR OUR BOYS AND GIRLS FROM C. MAY
NEW YORK, CINCINNATI, CHICAGO: BENZIGER BROTHERS, Printers to the Holy Apostolic See.
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CHAPTER PAGE I. TOWARD THE SETTING SUN, 7 II. MY FIRST BUFFALO, 16 III. WILD MUSTANGS AND LONG-EARED NANCY, 27 IV. A GRIZZLY AND A MEETING, 39 V. THE SPEECH OF THE APACHE CHIEF, 52 VI. A WISH AND ITS TRAGIC FULFILMENT, 60 VII. A COMPACT WITH THE KIOWAS, 68 VIII. SAM HAWKINS GOES SPYING, 82 IX. WAITING THE ONSLAUGHT, 92 X. THE CAPTURE OF WINNETOU, 102 XI. A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION, 116 XII. A DUEL, AND CAPTURE BY THE APACHES, 128 XIII. NURSED TO HEALTH FOR A CRUEL FATE, 142 XIV. ON TRIAL FOR LIFE, 155 XV. A SWIM FOR FREEDOM, 168 XVI. TANGUA’S PUNISHMENT, 180 XVII. THE END OF RATTLER, 190 XVIII. TEACHING WINNETOU, 204 XIX. THE BURIAL OF KLEKI-PETRAH, 214
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IT is not necessary to say much about myself. First of all because there is not very much to tell of a young fellow of twenty-three, and then because I hope what I have done and seen will be more interesting than I am, for, between you and me, I often find Jack Hildreth a dull kind of person, especially on a rainy day when I have to sit in the house alone with him.
When I was born three other children had preceded me in the world, and my father’s dreamy blue eyes saw no way of providing suitably for this superfluous fourth youngster. And then my uncle John came forward and said: “Name the boy after me, and I’ll be responsible for his future.” Now Uncle John was rich and unmarried, and though my father could never get his mind down to anything more practical than deciphering cuneiform inscriptions, even he saw that this changed the unflattering prospects of his latest-born into unusually smiling ones.