Summary

Various,  Harper's Round Table, June 23, 1896

“ No one will ever know how cheerful and homelike and altogether delightful that logging camp did look to our poor lads after their long and terrible experience of the wilderness, for they could never afterwards find words to express what they felt on coming out of the darkness into its glowing firelight and hearty welcome.
"Stand back, men, and give us a show," shouted Raulet, as they drew up before his own little "shack," built of split cedar boards. "This isn't any funeral; same time it ain't no circus parade, and we want to get in out of the cold."
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Harper's Round Table, June 23, 1896

“ His blond hair was made into a club and tied with a black ribbon, while under his arm he carried a smart three-cornered hat—for the hat made a great figure in the ceremonious bows of the period. His dog; a beautiful creature, stood beside him.
Never in all his life had the Earl of Fairfax seen so noble [Pg 814] a boy. The sight of him smote the older man's heart; it flashed through him how easy it would be to exchange all his honors and titles for such a son. He rose and saluted him, as Madam Washington said, in a tone that had pride in every accent,
"My lord, this is my son, Mr. Washington."
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Source: Gutenberg

Various,  Harper's Round Table, June 23, 1896

“ Gifford was now swarming up the rope faster than Malcolm could raise the bucket. A wild cry rang through the woods, but dismayed by the death of the foremost two, the rest of the Bangwalis had taken to their heels.
"Get your guns," cried Gifford. "We must make for the high ground down the path."
The black man down at the bottom of the pit set up a piteous howl.
"We can't leave him," cried Malcolm, letting the bucket go by the run.
The negro seized the rope and came up it like a monkey, leaving the body of poor old Grumpah where he fell.
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Source: Gutenberg

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