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The Deserter (Hardcover)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R620
Discovery Miles 6 200
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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Far up in the Northwest, along the banks of the broad, winding
stream the Sioux call the Elk, a train of white-topped army-wagons
is slowly crawling eastward. The October sun is hot at noon-day,
and the dust from the loose soil rises like heavy smoke and powders
every face and form in the guarding battalion so that features are
wellnigh indistinguishable. Four companies of stalwart, sinewy
infantry, with their brown rifles slung over the shoulder, are
striding along in dispersed order, covering the exposed southern
flank from sudden attack, while farther out along the ridge-line,
and far to the front and rear, cavalry skirmishers and scouts are
riding to and fro, searching every hollow and ravine, peering
cautiously over every "divide," and signalling "halt" or "forward"
as the indications warrant.
Under the willows at the edge of the pool a young girl sat
daydreaming, though the day was nearly done. All in the valley was
wrapped in shadow, though the cliffs and turrets across the stream
were resplendent in a radiance of slanting sunshine. Not a cloud
tempered the fierce glare of the arching heavens or softened the
sharp outline of neighboring peak or distant mountain chain. Not a
whisper of breeze stirred the drooping foliage along the sandy
shores or ruffled the liquid mirror surface. Not a sound, save
drowsy hum of beetle or soft murmur of rippling waters, among the
pebbly shallows below, broke the vast silence of the scene. The
snow cap, gleaming at the northern horizon, lay one hundred miles
away and looked but an easy one-day march. The black upheavals of
the Matitzal, barring the southward valley, stood sullen and
frowning along the Verde, jealous of the westward range that threw
their rugged gorges into early shade.
The major commanding looked up from the morning report and surveyed
the post adjutant with something of perturbation, if not annoyance,
in his grim, gray eyes. For the fourth time that week had
Lieutenant Field requested permission to be absent for several
hours. The major knew just why the junior wished to go and where.
The major knew just why he wished him not to go, but saw fit to
name almost any other than the real reason when, with a certain
awkward hesitancy he began: "W-ell, is the post return ready?" "It
will be, sir, in abundant time," was the prompt reply. "You know
they sent it back for correction last month," hazarded the
commander.
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Ray's Daughter (Hardcover)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R597
Discovery Miles 5 970
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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The long June day was drawing to its close. Hot and strong the
slanting sunbeams beat upon the grimy roofs of the train and threw
distorted shadows over the sand and sage-brush that stretched to
the far horizon. Dense and choking, from beneath the whirring
wheels the dust-clouds rose in tawny billows that enveloped the
rearmost coaches and, mingling with the black smoke of the
"double-header" engines, rolled away in the dreary wake. East and
west, north and south, far as the eye could reach, hemmed by low,
dun-colored ridges or sharply outlined crests of remote mountain
range, in lifeless desolation the landscape lay outspread to the
view. Southward, streaked with white fringe of alkali, the flat
monotone of sand and ashes blended with the flatter, flawless
surface of a wide-spreading, ash-colored inland lake, its shores
dotted at intervals with the bleaching bones of cattle and ridged
with ancient wagon-tracks unwashed by not so much as a single drop
from the cloudless heavens since their first impress on the sinking
soil. Here and there along the right of way-a right no human being
would care to dispute were the way ten times its width-some
drowsing lizards, sprawling in the sunshine along the ties, roused
at the sound and tremor of the coming train to squirm off into the
sage-brush, but no sign of animation had been seen since the
crossing of the big divide near Promontory.
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From the Ranks (Hardcover)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R597
Discovery Miles 5 970
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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A strange thing had happened at the old fort during the still
watches of the night. Even now, at nine in the morning, no one
seemed to be in possession of the exact circumstances. The officer
of the day was engaged in an investigation, and all that appeared
to be generally known was the bald statement that the sentry on
"Number Five" had fired at somebody or other about half after
three; that he had fired by order of the officer of the day, who
was on his post at the time; and that now he flatly refused to talk
about the matter. Garrison curiosity, it is perhaps needless to
say, was rather stimulated than lulled by this announcement. An
unusual number of officers were chatting about head-quarters when
Colonel Maynard came over to his office. Several ladies, too, who
had hitherto shown but languid interest in the morning music of the
band, had taken the trouble to stroll down to the old quadrangle,
ostensibly to see guard-mounting. Mrs. Maynard was almost always on
her piazza at this time, and her lovely daughter was almost sure to
be at the gate with two or three young fellows lounging about her.
This morning, however, not a soul appeared in front of the
colonel's quarters.
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Foes in Ambush (Hardcover)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R595
Discovery Miles 5 950
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Ships in 12 - 17 working days
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The sun was just going down, a hissing globe of fire and torment.
Already the lower limb was in contact with the jagged backbone of
the mountain chain that rimmed the desert with purple and gold. Out
on the barren, hard-baked flat in front of the corral, just where
it had been unhitched when the paymaster and his safe were dumped
soon after dawn, a weather-beaten ambulance was throwing unbroken a
mile-long shadow towards the distant Christobal. The gateway to the
east through the Santa Maria, sharply notched in the gleaming
range, stood a day's march away, -a day's march now only made by
night, for this was Arizona, and from the rising of the sun to the
going down of the same anywhere south of that curdling mud-bath,
the Gila, the only human beings impervious to the fierceness of its
rays were the Apaches. "And they," growled the paymaster, as he
petulantly snapped the lock of his little safe, "they're no more
human than so many hyenas."
Written Also By The King And Queen Of Bohemia. Together With
Original Letters Written By Prince Rupert, Charles Louis Count
Palatine, The Duchess Of Hanover, And Several Other Distinguished
Persons, From The Year 1619 To 1663.
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Ray's Daughter (Paperback)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R369
Discovery Miles 3 690
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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The long June day was drawing to its close. Hot and strong the
slanting sunbeams beat upon the grimy roofs of the train and threw
distorted shadows over the sand and sage-brush that stretched to
the far horizon. Dense and choking, from beneath the whirrin
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From the Ranks (Paperback)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R368
Discovery Miles 3 680
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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A strange thing had happened at the old fort during the still
watches of the night. Even now, at nine in the morning, no one
seemed to be in possession of the exact circumstances. The officer
of the day was engaged in an investigation, and all that appear
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The Deserter (Paperback)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R398
Discovery Miles 3 980
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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Far up in the Northwest, along the banks of the broad, winding
stream the Sioux call the Elk, a train of white-topped army-wagons
is slowly crawling eastward. The October sun is hot at noon-day,
and the dust from the loose soil rises like heavy smoke and powders
every face and form in the guarding battalion so that features are
wellnigh indistinguishable. Four companies of stalwart, sinewy
infantry, with their brown rifles slung over the shoulder, are
striding along in dispersed order, covering the exposed southern
flank from sudden attack, while farther out along the ridge-line,
and far to the front and rear, cavalry skirmishers and scouts are
riding to and fro, searching every hollow and ravine, peering
cautiously over every "divide," and signalling "halt" or "forward"
as the indications warrant.
The major commanding looked up from the morning report and surveyed
the post adjutant with something of perturbation, if not annoyance,
in his grim, gray eyes. For the fourth time that week had
Lieutenant Field requested permission to be absent for several
hours. The major knew just why the junior wished to go and where.
The major knew just why he wished him not to go, but saw fit to
name almost any other than the real reason when, with a certain
awkward hesitancy he began: "W-ell, is the post return ready?" "It
will be, sir, in abundant time," was the prompt reply. "You know
they sent it back for correction last month," hazarded the
commander.
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Sunset Pass (Paperback)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R289
Discovery Miles 2 890
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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Better take my advice, sir. The road ahead is thick with the
Patchies. "But you have come through all alone, my friend; why
should I not go? I have been stationed among the Apaches for the
last five years and have fought them all over Arizona. Surely
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Foes in Ambush (Paperback)
King Charles King, Charles King; Edited by 1stworld Library
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R363
Discovery Miles 3 630
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Ships in 10 - 15 working days
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The sun was just going down, a hissing globe of fire and torment.
Already the lower limb was in contact with the jagged backbone of
the mountain chain that rimmed the desert with purple and gold. Out
on the barren, hard-baked flat in front of the corral,
Under the willows at the edge of the pool a young girl sat
daydreaming, though the day was nearly done. All in the valley was
wrapped in shadow, though the cliffs and turrets across the stream
were resplendent in a radiance of slanting sunshine. Not a cloud
tempered the fierce glare of the arching heavens or softened the
sharp outline of neighboring peak or distant mountain chain. Not a
whisper of breeze stirred the drooping foliage along the sandy
shores or ruffled the liquid mirror surface. Not a sound, save
drowsy hum of beetle or soft murmur of rippling waters, among the
pebbly shallows below, broke the vast silence of the scene. The
snow cap, gleaming at the northern horizon, lay one hundred miles
away and looked but an easy one-day march. The black upheavals of
the Matitzal, barring the southward valley, stood sullen and
frowning along the Verde, jealous of the westward range that threw
their rugged gorges into early shade.
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