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CHAPTER I. A BAD BEGINNING.
CHAPTER I. A BAD BEGINNING.
It was a June day; breezy, yet somewhat too warm. The slow going old passenger train on the slow going mail route, that shall be nameless in these chronicles, seemed in less of a hurry than usual, and I, stretched lazily across two seats, with my left arm in a sling, was beginning to yield to the prevailing atmosphere of stupidity, when we rumbled up to a village station, and took on board a single passenger. I was returning from a fruitless mission; and had stepped on board the eastward-bound t
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CHAPTER II. THE ENEMY MAKES A MOVE.
CHAPTER II. THE ENEMY MAKES A MOVE.
Three days passed, and of course during that time I heard much about the two girls and their singular disappearance. At night, after work was done, and supper disposed of, Mrs. Ballou would send some one to the post-office. This duty had usually fallen to Miss Grace Ballou, or been chosen by her, but since the night when Nellie Ewing rode away from the door, never again to be seen, Mrs. Ballou had vetoed the evening canters that Grace so much loved, and so the post-office was attended to by Mast
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CHAPTER III. SCENTING A MYSTERY.
CHAPTER III. SCENTING A MYSTERY.
That is how I chanced to be rolling city-ward on that phlegmatic, oft-stopping, slow going, accomodation train, and that is why I was out of temper, and out of tune. My operation had been retarded. Instead of working swiftly on to a successful issue, this must be a case of waiting, of wit against wit, and I must report to my chief a balk in the very beginning. Nevertheless, as I said in the outset, fifty miles of monotonous rumble, together with the soothing influence of a good cigar, had blunte
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CHAPTER IV. CHARTERING A DUMMY.
CHAPTER IV. CHARTERING A DUMMY.
By the time I reached the city my arm, which needed fresh bandages, began to pain me, and I went straight to the office of a surgeon, well-known to fame, and to the detective service. He had bound up many a broken bone for our office, and we of the fraternity called him "Our Samaritan." Some of the boys, and, let me confess it, myself among the number, called him "Our old woman," as well, for, while he bandaged and healed and prescribed, he waged continued warfare upon our profession, or rather
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CHAPTER V. EN ROUTE FOR TRAFTON.
CHAPTER V. EN ROUTE FOR TRAFTON.
Over the minor events of my story I will not linger, for although they cannot be omitted altogether, they are still so overshadowed by startling and thrilling after events that they may, with propriety, be narrated in brief. I saw Carnes, and found that the Chief had not exaggerated, and that the doctor had. Carnes was getting well very fast, but was chafing like a caged bear, if I may use so ancient an illustration. We compared notes and sympathized with each other, and then we made some plans.
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CHAPTER VI. JIM LONG.
CHAPTER VI. JIM LONG.
"Trafton?" said Jim Long, more familiarly known as Long Jim, scratching his head reflectively, "can't remember just how long I did live in Trafton; good sight longer'n I'll live in it any more, I calklate; green, oh, dretful green, when I come here; in fact mem'ry hadn't de-welluped; wasn't peart then like I am now. But I ain't got nothin' to say agin' Trafton, I ain't, tho' there be some folks as has. Thar's Kurnel Brookhouse, now, he's bin scalped severial times; then thar's—hello!" Jim brough
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CHAPTER VII. WE ORGANIZE.
CHAPTER VII. WE ORGANIZE.
We had not been long in Trafton before our reputation as thoroughly good fellows was well established, "each man after his kind." Carnes entered with zest into the part he had undertaken. He was hail fellow well met with every old bummer and corner loafer; he made himself acquainted with all the gossippers and possessed of all the gossip of the town. After a little he began to grow somewhat unsteady in his habits, and under the influence of too much liquor, would occasionally make remarks, dispa
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CHAPTER VIII. A RESURRECTION.
CHAPTER VIII. A RESURRECTION.
Two weeks passed, during which time Carnes and I worked slowly and cautiously, but to some purpose. Having arrived at the conclusion that here was the place to begin our search for the robbers, we had still failed in finding in or about Trafton a single man upon whom to fix suspicion. After thoroughly analyzing Trafton society, high and low, I was obliged to admit to Carnes, 'spite of the statement made by the worthy farmer on board the railway train that "the folks as prospered best were those
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CHAPTER IX. MOB LAW.
CHAPTER IX. MOB LAW.
Lounging just outside the door at Porter's was Jim Long, hands in pockets, eyes fixed on vacancy. He was smoking his favorite pipe, and seemed quite oblivious to the stir and excitement going on within. When he saw me approach, he lounged a few steps toward me, then getting beyond the range of Porter's door and window. "Give a dough-headed bumpkin a chance to make a fool of himself an' he'll never go back on it," began Jim, as I approached. "Have ye come ter assist in the body huntin'?" "I will
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CHAPTER X. TWO FAIR CHAMPIONS.
CHAPTER X. TWO FAIR CHAMPIONS.
"Look, all of ye," shouted Briggs. "So much fer his big words; them's the things he did the job with." The doctor stopped short at sight of these implements; stopped and stood motionless so long that his attitude might well have been mistaken for that of unmasked guilt. But his face told another story; blank amazement was all it expressed for a moment, then a gleam of comprehension; next a sneer of intensest scorn, and last, strong but suppressed anger. He strode in among the men gathered about
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CHAPTER XI. A CUP OF TEA.
CHAPTER XI. A CUP OF TEA.
It was growing dusk before I saw Carnes again that day. I had remained in my room since dinner, wishing to avoid as much as possible the gossip and natural inquiry that would follow the denouement of the raid against Dr. Bethel, lest some suspicious mind should think me too much interested, considering the part I had taken in the affair. Carnes came in softly, and wearing upon his face the peculiar knowing grin that we at the office had named his "Fox smile." He held in his hand a folded slip of
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CHAPTER XII. A BIG HAUL.
CHAPTER XII. A BIG HAUL.
When I awoke next morning, I was surprised to find my erratic body-servant not in attendance. Carnes, for convenience, and because of lack of modern hotel accommodations, occupied a cot in my room, which was the largest in the house, and sufficiently airy to serve for two. Usually, he was anything but a model serving man in the matter of rising and attending to duty, for, invariably, I was out of bed an hour before him, and had made my toilet to the music of his nasal organ, long before he broke
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CHAPTER XIII. 'SQUIRE BROOKHOUSE MAKES A CALL.
CHAPTER XIII. 'SQUIRE BROOKHOUSE MAKES A CALL.
The first train due from the city, by which, supposing 'Squire Brookhouse's message to be promptly received, and his commission promptly executed, it would be possible for the looked-for detectives to arrive, would be due at midnight. It was a fast, through express, and arriving so late, when the busy village gossips were, or should be, peacefully sleeping, it seemed to us quite probable that they would come openly by that train. Of course we expected them to assume disguise, or to have some pla
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CHAPTER XIV. MRS. BALLOU'S PISTOL PRACTICE.
CHAPTER XIV. MRS. BALLOU'S PISTOL PRACTICE.
Half an hour after my arrival in the city, I was seated in the private office of our Chief, with Mrs. Ballou opposite me. I had telegraphed from a way station, so that no time might be lost. I found the Chief and the lady awaiting me; and, at the first, he had signified his wish that I should listen to her story, and then give him my version of it. "She seems ill at ease with me," he said, "and frankly told me that she preferred to make her statement to you. Go ahead, Bathurst; above all we must
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CHAPTER XV. PREPARATIONS OF WAR.
CHAPTER XV. PREPARATIONS OF WAR.
"Bathurst," my Chief said, settling back in his chair, and eyeing me with great good humor, "I don't see but that you are getting on swimmingly, and I don't feel inclined to dictate much. Your Groveland affair is looking up. You may have as many men as you need to look after that business. As for Trafton, I think you and Carnes have made good use of your holiday. I think you have struck something rich, and that you had better remain there, and work it up; or, if you prefer to go to Groveland you
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CHAPTER XVI. FLY CROOKS IN TRAFTON.
CHAPTER XVI. FLY CROOKS IN TRAFTON.
My train, which left the city early in the afternoon, would arrive in Trafton at midnight. Foreseeing a long and, in my then state of mind, tedious ride, I had armed myself with a well-filled cigar case, and several copies of the latest editions of the city papers, and we had not been long on the wing before I turned my steps toward the smoking car, biting off the end of a weed as I went. A group of four, evidently countrymen, were just beginning a game of cards. I took a seat opposite them and
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CHAPTER XVII. SOUTHWARD TO CLYDE.
CHAPTER XVII. SOUTHWARD TO CLYDE.
Early on the following morning I visited Trafton's best livery stable, and procuring a good team and light buggy, drove straight to Jim Long's cabin, intending to solicit his companionship on my ride. But the cabin was deserted; there was no sign of Jim about the premises; and, after waiting impatiently for a few moments, and uttering one or two resounding halloos, I resumed my journey alone. I had manufactured a pretext for this journey, which was to be confided to Jim by way of setting at rest
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CHAPTER XVIII. A SEWING MACHINE AGENT.
CHAPTER XVIII. A SEWING MACHINE AGENT.
On arriving within sight of Amora, I had reason to congratulate myself that I had brought Larkins along as convoy. Amora was by no means a city, but it was large enough to make a search after Mr. Dwight a proceeding possibly lengthy, and perhaps difficult. Larkins knew all about it. We drove past the Seminary, quite a large and imposing structure, surrounded by neat and tastefully laid out grounds, through a cheery-looking business street, and across a bridge, over a hill, and thence down a stre
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CHAPTER XIX. HAUNTED BY A FACE.
CHAPTER XIX. HAUNTED BY A FACE.
It was the day of Miss Manvers' garden party, and a brighter or more auspicious one could not have dropped from the hand of the Maker of days. Never did the earth seem fairer, and seldom did the sun shine upon a lovelier scene than that presented to my gaze as I turned aside from the dusty highway, and paced slowly up the avenue leading to the Hill House. Even now the picture and the scenes and incidents of the day, rise before my mental vision, a graceful, sunlit, yet fateful panorama. I see th
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CHAPTER XX. SOME BITS OF PERSONAL HISTORY.
CHAPTER XX. SOME BITS OF PERSONAL HISTORY.
While Miss Manvers was bidding farewell to the latest of her guests, and the "average Traftonite" was making his first voyage into dreamland, Dr. Barnard closed his eyes upon Trafton forever, and slept that long, sound, last, best sleep that comes once to all of us, and I, as well as numerous other restless sleepers, was awakened in the early morning by the sound of the tolling bell. It was sad news to many, for Dr. Barnard was an old and well-beloved citizen. It afforded a new subject for gossi
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CHAPTER XXI. "EVOLVING A THEORY."
CHAPTER XXI. "EVOLVING A THEORY."
"And you want me to go to New Orleans?" says Carnes, as he rises slowly, and stretches himself up to his fullest height, following up his words with an immense yawn. "What for, now?" He has listened so attentively, so silently, with such moveless, intelligent eagerness, that I forgive him the yawn, and treat myself to a long breath of restfulness and relief, at being at last unburdened of this great secret, and he crosses the room and drops into his favorite attitude beside the window that overl
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CHAPTER XXII. TWO DEPARTURES.
CHAPTER XXII. TWO DEPARTURES.
On the ensuing morning, Carnes and I enacted the "quarrel scene," as planned by him the previous night. A more aggravated case of drunkenness than that presented by Carnes, a little before noon, could not well be imagined. He was a marvel of reeling stupidity, offensive hiccoughs, and maudlin insolence. Quite a number of people were lounging about the office when Carnes staggered in, thus giving me my cue to commence. Among the rest were Dimber Joe and Blake Simpson. Our scene went off with cons
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CHAPTER XXIII. A SHOT IN THE DARK.
CHAPTER XXIII. A SHOT IN THE DARK.
That afternoon dragged itself slowly away. I left Carnes in our room, and went below to note the movements of the two crooks. They were both upon the piazza; Blake smoking a well-colored meerschaum and seemingly half asleep, and the Dimber, with his well-polished boot heels elevated to the piazza railing, reading from a brown volume, with a countenance expressive of absorbed interest. I seated myself where I could observe both without seeming to do so, and tilting my hat over my nose, dropped in
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CHAPTER XXIV. JIM LONG SHOWS HIS HAND.
CHAPTER XXIV. JIM LONG SHOWS HIS HAND.
As I ran through the silent, dusky street, keeping to the road in preference to risking myself, at that pace, over some most uncertain "sidewalks," for pavements were unknown in Trafton, my thoughts were keeping pace with my heels. First they dwelt upon the fact that Jim Long, in making his brief, hasty exhortation to me, had forgotten, or chosen to ignore, his nasal twang and rustic dialect, and that his earnestness and agitation had betrayed a more than ordinary interest in Carl Bethel, and a
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CHAPTER XXV. IN WHICH I TAKE JIM ON TRUST.
CHAPTER XXV. IN WHICH I TAKE JIM ON TRUST.
"It is time for you and I to understand each other. Don't stop there looking moon-struck! Go ahead, and don't waste time. I'll run back and ask for the address. Miss Barnard, if she scented a secret, might be trusted with it. But, Dr. Hess—his brain has not kept pace with the steps of the universe." With these remarkable words, Jim Long lowered his head, compressed his elbows after the fashion of a professional prize-runner, and was off like a flying shadow, while I stood staring after him throu
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CHAPTER XXVI. THE TRAIL OF THE ASSASSIN.
CHAPTER XXVI. THE TRAIL OF THE ASSASSIN.
During the night there was little change in Bethel's condition, and in the gray of dawn Miss Barnard went reluctantly home, having been assured by the doctor that the patient was in no immediate danger, and, by Jim and myself, converted to the belief that he might be safely trusted for a short time to our care. A little later, with the first clear light of the dawn, I left Jim on guard at the bedside, and went to take a survey of the premises. I was not long in convincing myself that there was l
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CHAPTER XXVII. AN ANGRY HEIRESS.
CHAPTER XXVII. AN ANGRY HEIRESS.
Very soon after Jim's departure, the first visitors arrived at the cottage, and most welcome ones they were. Miss Barnard, who seemed capable of wise thought in the midst of her grief and anxiety, had dispatched her own servant with a message to Mr. Harris, and, early as was the hour, that good man had hastened to the cottage, with his wife at his side. Their presence was comforting to Miss Barnard and myself. Mr. Harris was the right man to assume responsibilities, which I, for various reasons,
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CHAPTER XXVIII. JIM GIVES BAIL.
CHAPTER XXVIII. JIM GIVES BAIL.
Upon Jim's reappearance in the cottage, Mrs. Harris installed him as nurse, and, herself, set about improvising a kitchen in the rear room. Mr. Harris had been despatched to town for sundry articles, and, at noon, we were served with a plentiful lunch, of which we partook in rather primitive fashion. Not long after, while Jim and I were conversing out under the trees, and Mr. Harris was discoursing to two Trafton ladies who had called to proffer service and sympathy, I saw Gerald Brown coming to
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CHAPTER XXIX. VIGILANTS.
CHAPTER XXIX. VIGILANTS.
The long day is ended at last; the sun has set in a bank of dim clouds. There is no moon as yet, and that orb, which is due above the horizon in exactly eight minutes, by an authentic almanac, will scarcely appear at her best to-night, for the leaden clouds that swallowed up the sun have spread themselves across all the sky, leaving scarce a rent through which the moon may peep at the world. The darkness is sufficient to cover my journey, and the hour is yet early—too early for birds of the nigh
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CHAPTER XXX. A CHAPTER OF TELEGRAMS.
CHAPTER XXX. A CHAPTER OF TELEGRAMS.
The following week was to me one of busy idleness. Now at the cottage, where Bethel, pain-racked and delirious, buffeted between life and death. Now closeted for a half-hour with the new night operator. Keeping an eye upon Dimber Joe, who continued his lounging and novel reading, and who was, to all appearances, the idlest and most care-free man in Trafton. I saw less of Jim Long than pleased me, for, when he was not bound to the chariot wheel of "our old woman," he contrived somehow to elude me
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CHAPTER XXXI. CARNES TELLS HIS STORY.
CHAPTER XXXI. CARNES TELLS HIS STORY.
The time came when Carnes told me the story of his New Orleans search. As he related it to me then, let him relate it now:— Arrived in New Orleans without trouble or delay, at three o'clock in the afternoon. Registered at the "Hotel Honore," a small house near the levees; giving my name as George Adams, sugar dealer, from St. Louis. Then began a hunt among the theaters, and, before seven o'clock I had found the place I wanted,—"The Little Adelphi," owned and managed by "Storms & Brookhou
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CHAPTER XXXII. AMY HOLMES CONFESSES.
CHAPTER XXXII. AMY HOLMES CONFESSES.
"You say that you have seen Mamie Rutger at the theater," began the unwilling narrator, rather ungraciously, "and so I should think you wouldn't need to be told why she ran away from home. She wanted to go on the stage, and so did Nellie Ewing. Every country girl in christendom wants to be an actress, and if she has a pretty face and a decent voice she feels sure that she can succeed. The girls had both been told that they were pretty, and they could both sing, so they ran away to come out at th
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CHAPTER XXXIII. JOHNNY LA PORTE IS BROUGHT TO BOOK.
CHAPTER XXXIII. JOHNNY LA PORTE IS BROUGHT TO BOOK.
That is how Miss Amy Holmes was brought to judgment. I had managed her by stratagem, and extracted the truth from her under false pretenses. The weapon that I brandished above her head was a reed of straws, but it sufficed. My pretended knowledge of her past history had served my purpose. What her secret really was, and is, I neither know nor care. She is a woman, and when a woman has stepped down from her pedestal the world is all against her. The law may safely trust such sinners and their pun
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CHAPTER XXXIV. HOW BETHEL WAS WARNED.
CHAPTER XXXIV. HOW BETHEL WAS WARNED.
While Carnes was solving the Groveland problem, in that far-away Southern city, we, who were in Trafton, were living through a long, dull week of waiting. There were two dreary days of suspense, during which Carl Bethel and Dr. Denham wrestled with the deadly fever fiend, the one unconsciously, the other despairingly. But when the combat was over, the doctor stood at his post triumphant, and "Death, the Terrible," went away from the cottage without a victim. Then I began to importune the good do
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CHAPTER XXXV. WE PREPARE FOR A "PARTY."
CHAPTER XXXV. WE PREPARE FOR A "PARTY."
My first movement, after having made the discovery chronicled in the last chapter, was to go to the telegraph office and send the following despatch: Arrest Blake Simpson instantly, on charge of attempted assassination. Don't allow him to communicate with any one. This message was sent to the Agency, and then I turned my attention to other matters, satisfied that Blake, at least, would be properly attended to. Early the following morning Gerry Brown presented himself at the door of my room, to c
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CHAPTER XXXVI. SOMETHING THE MOON FAILED TO SEE.
CHAPTER XXXVI. SOMETHING THE MOON FAILED TO SEE.
It has come at last; that night, almost the last in August, which I and others, with varying motives and interests, have so anxiously looked forward to. It has come, and the moon, so lately banished from the heavens, had she been in a position to overlook the earth, would have witnessed some sights unusual to Trafton at the hour of eleven P. M. A little more than a mile from Trafton, at a point where the first mile section crosses the south road, not far from the Brookhouse dwelling, there is a
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CHAPTER XXXVII. CAUGHT IN THE ACT.
CHAPTER XXXVII. CAUGHT IN THE ACT.
It is long past midnight. A preternatural stillness broods over the four corners where the north and south road, two miles north from Clyde, intersects the road running east and west, that bears westward toward the coal beds and the river. There are no houses within sight of these corners, and very few trees; but the northeastern corner is bounded by what the farmers call a "brush fence," an unsightly barricade of rails, interwoven with tall, ragged, and brambly brush, the cuttings, probably, fr
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CHAPTER XXXVIII. "THE COUNTERFEITER'S DAUGHTER."
CHAPTER XXXVIII. "THE COUNTERFEITER'S DAUGHTER."
I am somewhat anxious about this coming bit of work, and a little reluctant as well, but it must be done, and that promptly. Just outside of the avenue gate I encounter a servant from the Hill House, and accost him. "Is Miss Manvers at home, and awake?" "Yes, she is at home; she has been disturbed by the bells," and has sent him to inquire into the cause of the commotion. She does not know, then! I heave a sigh of relief and hurry on. I cross the avenue, and follow the winding foot-path leading
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CHAPTER XXXIX. "LOUISE BARNARD'S FRIENDSHIP."
CHAPTER XXXIX. "LOUISE BARNARD'S FRIENDSHIP."
When she has finished her story there is a long silence, then she says, with a suddenness that would have been surprising in any other woman than the one before me: "You say you have arrested Arch Brookhouse for the shooting of Dr. Bethel. Tell me, is it true that Dr. Bethel is out of danger?" "He is still in a condition to need close attention and careful medical aid; with these, we think, he will recover." "I am very glad to know that," she says, earnestly. "Miss Lowenstein, I have some reason
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CHAPTER XL. THE STORY OF HARVEY JAMES.
CHAPTER XL. THE STORY OF HARVEY JAMES.
It is late in the afternoon when I awake, for Mrs. Harris has been better than her word. Jim is already up, and conversing with Mr. Harris on the all-absorbing topic, of course. After a bountiful and well-cooked dinner has received our attention, Jim and I go together to the cottage. Here we are put upon the witness stand by "our old woman," who takes ample vengeance for having been kept so long in the dark concerning my business in Trafton. After he has berated us to his entire satisfaction, an
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CHAPTER XLI. A GATHERING OF THE FRAGMENTS.
CHAPTER XLI. A GATHERING OF THE FRAGMENTS.
There was a meeting of the vigilants that night and Gerry Brown, Mr. Harris, Justice Summers and myself, were present with them. I gave them the details of my investigation, and related the cause of Doctor Bethel's troubles. When they understood that the outlaws had looked upon Bethel as a detective, and their natural enemy, the vigilants were ready to anticipate the rest of my story. When everything concerning the male members of the clique had been discussed, I entered a plea for Adele Lowenst
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CHAPTER XLII. IN CONCLUSION.
CHAPTER XLII. IN CONCLUSION.
When Winter closed in, and the first snow mantled the farms of Groveland, the poor girl whom Johnny La Porte had reluctantly made his wife, closed her eyes upon this earthly panorama. She never rallied after her return from the South. They said that she died of consumption, but her friends knew, whatever medical name might be applied to her disease at the end, that it began with a broken heart. When it was over, and Nellie Ewing had no further need of his presence, Johnny La Porte,—who, held to
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LAWRENCE L. LYNCH'S WORKS.
LAWRENCE L. LYNCH'S WORKS.
Madeline Payne, the Expert's Daughter; with 44 Illustrations. Price, $1.50. Shadowed by Three; with 55 Illustrations. Price, $1.50. Sold on all Railway trains, by all Booksellers, and sent postpaid, on receipt of price, by the Publishers....
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POPULAR BOOKS.
POPULAR BOOKS.
Dangerous Ground; or, The Rival Detectives. By Lawrence L. Lynch . Illustrated by 45 original Engravings. Price, $1.50. Its incidents are splendidly handled. There is not a dull page or line in it. Dick Stanhope is a character to be admired for his courage; while one's deepest sympathies twine about the noble, tender-hearted Leslie Warburton. Madeline Payne, the Detective's Daughter. By Lawrence L. Lynch . Illustrated by 44 original Engravings. Price, $1.50. "One of the most fascinating of moder
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A New Detective Story.
A New Detective Story.
By LAWRENCE L. LYNCH , Author of " Shadowed by Three ," " Madeline Payne ," etc. ( Ready Dec. 1st, 1884. ) DANGEROUS GROUND ; OR THE RIVAL DETECTIVES . The author's latest and greatest work; intensely interesting. 45 Elegant Illustrations. Price , $1.50. Sold on all Railway Trains and by all Booksellers....
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Madeline Payne
Madeline Payne
THE EXPERT'S DAUGHTER. By LAWRENCE L. LYNCH Author of "Shadowed by Three." "Out of a Labyrinth," etc., etc. Illustrated with 45 Original Engravings. PRICE, $1.50. CONTENTS. —The Lovers' Meeting. The Serpent in Eden. A Sudden Departure. What the Old Tree Revealed. Two Heartless Plotters. The Story of a Mother's Wrongs and a Husband's Crimes. Turns her Back on the Old Home, and Trusts the Future and Lucian Davlin. Nurse Hagar is "Out of Sorts." Madeline Defies her Enemies. " You are her Murderer!
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THE GOLD HUNTERS' ADVENTURES.
THE GOLD HUNTERS' ADVENTURES.
OR, WILD LIFE IN AUSTRALIA. By WM. H. THOMES , author of "The Bushrangers," "The Gold Hunters in Europe," "A Whaleman's Adventures," "Life in the East Indies," "Adventures on a Slaver," "Running the Blockade," etc., etc. A FASCINATING STORY OF ADVENTURE....
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A SLAVER'S ADVENTURES
A SLAVER'S ADVENTURES
ON SEA AND LAND. By WM. H. THOMES, Author of " The Gold Hunters' Adventures in Australia ," " The Bushrangers ," " Running the Blockade ," etc., etc. ILLUSTRATED WITH FORTY ELEGANT ENGRAVINGS. SOLD ON ALL RAILWAY TRAINS AND BY ALL BOOKSELLERS....
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A Whaleman's Adventures
A Whaleman's Adventures
AT SEA, IN THE SANDWICH ISLANDS AND CALIFORNIA. By WM. H. THOMES, Author of " The Gold Hunters' Adventures in Australia ," " The Bushrangers ," " Running the Blockade ," etc., etc. Illustrated with Thirty-Six Fine Engravings. SOLD ON ALL RAILWAY TRAINS AND BY ALL BOOKSELLERS. Apparent printer's errors have been retained, unless stated below. Missing page numbers are attributed to blank or unnumbered pages in the original text. Page numbers cited in illustration captions refer to their discussion
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