Blazed trail stories, and Stories of the wild life

"FOR A MOMENT HE POISED ERECT IN THE GREAT CALM OF THE PUBLIC PERFORMER." (Page 6) BLAZED TRAIL STORIES AND STORIES OF THE WILD LIFE BY STEWART EDWARD WHITE NEW YORK McCLURE, PHILLIPS & CO. MCMIV Copyright 1904, by Stewart Edward White Published September, 1904 Copyright 1899, 1902, 1903, by The S. S. McClure Co. Copyright 1901, by The Century Company. Copyright 1899, 1900, by J. B. Lippincott Company. Copyright 1902, by Perry Mason Company. Copyright 1901, by Truth Company. CONTENTS BLAZED TRAIL STORIES PAGE I The Riverman 3 II The Foreman 22 III The Scaler 39 IV The River-Boss 58 V The Fifth Way 73 VI The Life of the Winds of Heaven 83 STORIES OF THE WILD LIFE PAGE I The Girl Who Got Rattled 111 II Billy's Tenderfoot 132 III The Two Cartridges 153 IV The Race 180 V The Saving Grace 198 VI The Prospector 222 VII The Girl in Red 246 BLAZED TRAIL STORIES AND STORIES OF THE WILD LIFE I THE RIVERMAN I first met him one Fourth of July afternoon in the middle eighties. The sawdust streets and high board sidewalks of the lumber town were filled to the brim with people. The permanent population, dressed in the stiffness of its Sunday best, escorted gingham wives or sweethearts; a dozen outsiders like myself tried not to be too conspicuous in a city smartness; but the great multitude was composed of the men of the woods. I sat, chair-tilted by the hotel, watching them pass. Their heavy woollen shirts crossed by the broad suspenders, the red of their sashes or leather shine of their belts, their short kersey trousers "stagged" off to leave a gap between the knee and the heavily spiked "cork boots"—all these were distinctive enough of their class, but most interesting to me were the eyes that peered from beneath their little round hats tilted rakishly askew. They were all subtly alike, those eyes. Some were black, some were brown, or gray, or blue, but all were steady and unabashed, all looked straight at you with a strange humorous blending of aggression and respect for your own business, and all without exception wrinkled at the corners with a suggestion of dry humor. In my half-conscious scrutiny I probably stared harder than I knew, for all at once a laughing pair of the blue eyes suddenly met mine full, and an ironical…