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Title: The Grateful Indian
And other Stories

Author: W.H.G. Kingston

Release Date: February 20, 2008 [EBook #24662]

Language: English

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

The Grateful Indian, by W.H.G. Kingston.

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This quite short book contains eight sections, of which the last three
are collections of verse written by Kingston, including one collection
of verse written when he was still at school. Not bad, either.

Of the other five sections, three are nautical short stories by
Kingston, while the other two are excellent stories by lady-writers, not
all that usual at the date of publication. Of these we would
particularly commend "An Adventure on the Black Mountain", by Frances
Wilbraham. The Black Mountain is Montenegro, a Balkan country, and this
is the first time your reviewer has been offered any insight into that
country. Well worth reading--a must, in fact, in the light of recent
events (Chapter Four, in the book).

The dates of the stories are roughly the end of the eighteenth century,
but, though dated, they are nevertheless interesting to read or listen
to.

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THE GRATEFUL INDIAN, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE GRATEFUL INDIAN, A TALE OF RUPERT'S LAND. BY WILLIAM H.G. KINGSTON.

We cannot boast of many fine evenings in old England--dear old England
for all that!--and when they do come they are truly lovely and worthy of
being prized the more. It was on one of the finest of a fine summer
that Mr Frampton, the owner of a beautiful estate in Devonshire, was
seated on a rustic bench in his garden, his son Harry, who stood at his
knee, looking up inquiringly into his face.

"Father," said Harry, "I have often heard you speak about the North
American Indians--the Red men of the deserts. Do tell me how it is that
you know so much about them--have you ever been in their country?"

"Yes, my boy