Hjalmar H. Boyesen

Summary

Hjalmar H. Boyesen Biceps Grimlund's Christmas Vacation… (1889)

The sheriff’s house was but a short distance up the river. Its tall, black chimneys could be seen looming up against the starlit sky. There was no slope now to accelerate their speed. They had to peg away for dear life, pushing themselves forward with their skee-staves, laboring like plow-horses, panting, snorting, perspiring. Ralph turned his head once more. The poacher was gaining upon them; there could be no doubt of it. He was within the range of Ralph’s rifle; and a sturdy fellow he was, who seemed good for a couple of miles yet. Should Ralph send a bullet over his head to frighten him?
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Hjalmar H. Boyesen Biceps Grimlund's Christmas Vacation… (1889)

They had penetrated the forest on the west side, and ranged over the ice for an hour, in a vain search for wolves. “Hush,” said Ralph, excitedly; and after a moment of intent listening he added, “I’ll be drawn and quartered if it isn’t poachers!”
“How do you know?”
“These woods belong to Father, and no one else has any right to hunt in them. He doesn’t mind if a poor man kills a hare or two, or a brace of ptarmigan; but these chaps are after elk; and if the old gentleman gets on the scent of elk-hunters, he has no more mercy than Beelzebub.”
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Hjalmar H. Boyesen Biceps Grimlund's Christmas Vacation… (1889)

Ralph was about to vindicate his dignity by referring to his own valiant exploits, when suddenly his keen eyes detected a slight motion in the underbrush on the slope below.
Biceps,” he said, with forced composure, “those poachers are tracking us.”
“What do you mean?” asked Albert, in vague alarm.
“Do you see the top of that young birch waving?”
“Well, what of that?”
“Wait and see. It’s no good trying to escape. They can easily overtake us. The snow is the worst tell-tale under the sun.”
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