Excerpt from The Indian Scout: A Story of the Aztec City
"Gustave Aimard," whose baptismal name, Olivier Gloux, is almost forgotten, can claim to have been in his heyday the favourite Indian romancer of the French schoolboy. Translated into English, his stories and novels of wild life held their own in other countries too, by the side of Fenimore Cooper's and Captain Mayne Reid's. They dealt boldly and freely in the sensations of the camp and backwoods; and they had, like the best works of the other romance-writers just mentioned, the advantage of being based upon the real experience of...

The Trappers of Arkansas or The Loyal Heart

" ...] Benito had taken the other's zarape which he spread over the girl. That blanket was their only appendage; beside the scanty covering which the three wore, weapons, water bottle and food container, they had none. A critical position this for the small party, weaponless and foodless in the waste A disarmed man is reckoned as dead in such a wild Struggling is impossible against the incalculable foes that either crush a solitary adventurer by their mass, ...]."

Excerpt from The Bee Hunters: A Tale of Adventure
This region, in which the sound of the squatter's axe has not jet roused the slumbering echoes, is called the Far West.
Here the Indians still reign as masters tracing paths on rapid mustangs, untamed as their riders, through the vast solitudes, whose mysteries are known only to themselves; hunting the bison and wild horse, waging war with each other, or pursuing with deadly enmity, the white hunters and trappers daring enough to venture into this last formidable refuge of the red-skins.
On the 27th July, 1868, about three hours...