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Portrait of B. M. Bower B. M. Bower The Spook Hills Mystery — Chapter 1 (1914)

At the top Burney turned and rode forward on the trail which Breed Jim had lately followed, and went forward at a slow, easy trot that slid the miles behind him with the least effort.
At the Sunbeam the men slept heavily in the stuffy darkness of the bunk house. But Burney, their boss, rode and rode through the sage and the lava, and crossed steep gullies, and skirted ledges that no four-footed thing could scale—unless we except the lizards that lived there—and still he went on. The Great Dipper tilted more and more, and the wind rose and blew chill across the uplands.
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Portrait of B. M. Bower B. M. Bower The Spook Hills Mystery — Chapter 1 (1914)

You will see the bluest sky in the whole world—or perhaps it only seems so when it bends above so much that is black and utterly desolate.
It was in a gray little valley that the Sunbeam cabins stood. Farther along there was a meadow, to be sure, where hay was cut for the saddle horses to feed upon in winter. But that was around a black elbow of lava that thrust out toward the stream like the crook of a witch's arm hiding jealously the green little nook she had found for herself.
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Portrait of B. M. Bower B. M. Bower The Spook Hills Mystery — Chapter 1 (1914)

I was afraid I'd be too young for all the things I wanted to learn. It's a relief to hear I'm too old for something. What's that line of hills called over there?"
"Them! Us Sunbeamers call them the Spook Hills. That's where——" Spooky stopped, spat over the wheel into the sand, and neglected to finish the sentence. He stared morosely at the jagged black sky line, and touched up old Blinker again more viciously than was needful.
"Why are they called Spook Hills? Are there spooks?" Shelton C. Sherman was gifted—or afflicted, as you choose to consider it—with the frank curiosity of a child.
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