The world for sale
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE WORLD FOR SALE CHAPTER I "the Druses Are Up!" Scott, look at her! She's goin' to try and take "em!" exclaimed Osterhaut, the Jack-of-all-trades at Lebanon. "She ain't such a fool as all that. Why, no ...
MorePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE WORLD FOR SALE CHAPTER I "the Druses Are Up!" Scott, look at her! She's goin' to try and take "em!" exclaimed Osterhaut, the Jack-of-all-trades at Lebanon. "She ain't such a fool as all that. Why, no one ever done it alone. Low water, too, when every rock's got its chance at the canoe. But, my gracious, she is goin' to ride 'em!" Jowett, the horse-dealer, had a sportsman's joy in a daring thing. "See, old Injun Tekewarii 's after her! He's calling at her from the bank. He knows. He done it himself years ago when there was rips in the tribe an' he had to sew up the tears. He run them Rapids in his canoe " "Just as the Druse girl there is doin' " "An' he's done what he liked with the Blackfeet ever since." "But she ain't a chief- what's the use of her doin' it? She's goin' straight for them. She can't turnback now. She couldn't make the bank if she wanted to. She's got to run 'em. Holy smoke, see her wavin' the paddle at Tekewani! Osterhaut, she's the limit, that petticoat- so quiet and shy and don't- look-at-me, too, with eyes like brown diamonds." "Oh, get out, Jowett; she's all right! She'll make this country sit up some day- by gorry, she'll make Manitou and Lebanon sit up to-day if she runs the Carillon Rapids safe!" "She's runnin' 'em all right, son. She's- by jee, well done, Miss Druse! Well done, I say- well done!" exclaimed Jowett, dancing about and waving his arms towards the adventurous girl. The girl had reached the angry, thrashing waters where the rocks rent and tore into white ribbons the onrushing current, and her first trial had come on the instant the spitting, raging panthers of foam struck the bow of her canoe. The waters were so low that this course, which she had made once before with her friend Tekewani the Blackfeet chief, ...
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