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Excerpt from The Horsemen of the Plains: A Story of the Great Cheyenne War A boy sat in a little room in the frontier town of Omaha. It was a poor and cheap place. A flimsy table stood in one corner, an equally flimsy bed in another, and one or two pictures from newspapers were tacked on the bare, pine walls. There was no carpet on the floor. Nothing showed quality, except a rifle that lay across the foot of the bed. The weapon was a fine breech-loader, advanced in type for the time, and a skilful hand had carved initials and several graceful little decorations on the stock. Any one would surmise that it was highly prized by its owner. The boy himself was a match for his rifle, a stalwart youth, seventeen years old, with the stat ure and strength of a man. His brown hair, cut short, curled just a little, and his blue eyes were set wide apart, as they usually are in those of large minds. His face was brown with tan, but, at the edge of the collar, his fair white skin showed. A comely boy, and a strong and brave one, as the most casual observer would have inferred. But he was dressed poorly, and the look upon his face, just now, was not cheerful, although his was a nature disposed to see the better side of things. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.… (més)
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This is the first novel I can remember reading. I had just discovered the library and the card catalogue. I loved this book (I was in third grade at the time). I used my newly acquired card catalogue skills to search for other books by this author and read them. I have been a book addict ever since.
Fifty of sixty years later, I got the book out and tried reading it again to see what it was like. Sad to say, I found it unreadable for an adult. But I still love the memory of it, and can remember some of the scenes it described as if I had read them yesterday.
Excerpt from The Horsemen of the Plains: A Story of the Great Cheyenne War A boy sat in a little room in the frontier town of Omaha. It was a poor and cheap place. A flimsy table stood in one corner, an equally flimsy bed in another, and one or two pictures from newspapers were tacked on the bare, pine walls. There was no carpet on the floor. Nothing showed quality, except a rifle that lay across the foot of the bed. The weapon was a fine breech-loader, advanced in type for the time, and a skilful hand had carved initials and several graceful little decorations on the stock. Any one would surmise that it was highly prized by its owner. The boy himself was a match for his rifle, a stalwart youth, seventeen years old, with the stat ure and strength of a man. His brown hair, cut short, curled just a little, and his blue eyes were set wide apart, as they usually are in those of large minds. His face was brown with tan, but, at the edge of the collar, his fair white skin showed. A comely boy, and a strong and brave one, as the most casual observer would have inferred. But he was dressed poorly, and the look upon his face, just now, was not cheerful, although his was a nature disposed to see the better side of things. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
Fifty of sixty years later, I got the book out and tried reading it again to see what it was like. Sad to say, I found it unreadable for an adult. But I still love the memory of it, and can remember some of the scenes it described as if I had read them yesterday.