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Title: Adventures in the Far West

Author: W.H.G. Kingston

Release Date: June 19, 2007 [EBook #21871]

Language: English

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

Adventures in the Far West, by W.H.G. Kingston.

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This is rather a short book but it is prolifically illustrated with no
less than 29 pictures, most of very great interest, but in none of which
can one make out the artist's signature. The picture of the visit of
the witch doctor to the sick man is very memorable, and the poor man was
probably frightened to death, rather than revived.

A group of tough young Brits make their way to the west of North
America, where there are numerous hazards, in the form of grizzly bears,
wolves, and a few tribes of Indians who definitely did not want them
there. For much of the book they are with a tribe that is very
friendly, and thus we are able to learn much of the ways of these
people. But towards the end of the book our heroes take part in
rescuing a wagon-train of emigrants that had been attacked by a hostile
tribe, and a beautiful young lady seized and ridden away with.

Mr Kingston's style is as excellent as ever, and we do recommend that
you read this book, or make an audiobook from it.

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ADVENTURES IN THE FAR WEST, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

"I say, didn't you hear a cry?" exclaimed Charley Fielding, starting up
from the camp fire at which we were seated discussing our evening meal
of venison, the result of our day's hunting. He leaned forward in the
attitude of listening. "I'm sure I heard it! There it is again, but
whether uttered by Redskin or four-footed beast is more than I can say."

We all listened, but our ears were not as sharp as Charley's, for we
could hear nothing.

"Sit down, Charley, my boy, and finish your supper. It was probably
fancy, or maybe the hoot of an owl to its mate,