A series of stories loosely connected by the narrative device of different speakers swapping yarns around the campfire at the end of each trail-riding day."A series of spirited tales emphasizing some phase of the life of the ranch, plains and desert, and all, taken together, forming a single sharply-cut picture of life in the far Southwest. All the tonic of the West is in this masterpiece of Stewart Edward White."

The tenderfoot manager of a mine in a lonesome gulch of the Black Hills has a hard time of it, but "wins out" in more ways than one.

A wholesome story with gleams of humor, telling of a young man who blazed his way to fortune through the heart of the Michigan pines. Based on White's experiences as a lumberjack in the north woods of Michigan.

A classic forest-service novel in which a young man becomes a lumberman, and also works under a Forest Supervisor, putting out fires and performing various other duties.

African Camp Fires BY Stewart Edward White 1914]

"I love the mountain man. The cowboy is a figure from realism, the mountain man from romance. In one of the great adventures in a trapper tale, a man rides down a ridge on a thunderstorm bellowing Beethoven back at the gods. No cowboy ever did that-at least not in a book."

--Win Blevins, General Editor

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The Long Rifle is a uniquely American adventure story full of thrills. An epic of the best sort

The Long Rifle excited tens of thousands of readers almost one century ago when it was first...

Percy Darrow, a young man of scientific training, indolent manners, effeminate appearance, hidden energy, and absolute courage, lounged through the doors of the Atlas Building. Since his rescue from the volcanic island that had witnessed the piratical murder of his old employer, Doctor Schermerhorn, the spectacular dissolution of the murderers, and his own imprisonment in a cave beneath the very roar of an eruption, he had been nursing his shattered nerves back to their normal strength. Now he felt that at last he was able to go to work again. Therefore, he was about to approach a man of...

The girl stood on a bank above a river flowing north. At her back crouched a dozen clean whitewashed buildings. Before her in interminable journey, day after day, league on league into remoteness, stretched the stern Northern wilderness, untrodden save by the trappers, the Indians, and the beasts.

Six trails lead to the main ridge. They are all good trails, so that even the casual tourist in the little Spanish-American town on the seacoast need have nothing to fear from the ascent. In some spots they contract to an arm's length of space, outside of which limit they drop sheer away; elsewhere they stand up on end, zigzag in lacets each more hair-raising than the last, or fill to demoralization with loose boulders and shale. A fall on the part of your horse would mean a more than serious accident; but Western horses do not fall. The major premise stands: even the casual tourist has no...