A. R. Calhoun

Summary

A. R. Calhoun,  Lost in the Cañon

“ The sting of a bee will call out a shout from the strongest man, but the bullet that taps the fountain of life is received with ashy but silent lips.
All the color left Mr. Willett's face, and he fell back on the blankets on which he had been sitting.
He looked as if he were dying, and Hank, to redress the effects of the blow he had been forced to deal, sprang forward, and putting his arms about Mr. Willett's shoulder, he said, though he had not the slightest faith in his own words:
"Thar ain't no doubt in my mind but the boys made a raft. Sam was sharp, and thar was lots of timber to do it."
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Source: Gutenberg

A. R. Calhoun,  Lost in the Cañon

“ Yes, I have much of the white man's knowledge, and I am glad of it. Still, my heart has ever hungered for the free life of the Ute. No matter what befalls me, I do not complain; the Great Spirit rules and directs all," and as Ulna ceased speaking, he uncovered his head and raised his handsome, expressive face to the stars.
"I thank you for telling me this," said Sam, taking the young Indian's hand and pressing it warmly, while he added: "It does not make me love you any the less or more, Ulna, but somehow I think that the more good people know of each other the warmer friends they become."
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Source: Gutenberg

A. R. Calhoun,  Lost in the Cañon

“ This thought had just flashed through his mind, when the raft shot past the rock from which Ulna had fallen, and the next instant it swung round the bend, and the thunder of the waters was heard and the seething white waves came to view.
Every stick of timber in the raft groaned, as if it were a sentient being, trembling at its coming destruction.
Ike and Wah Shin fell flat on the logs and clung to them with all their might, not daring to look at the prospect ahead.
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Source: Gutenberg

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