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Over and over came those deafening roars that seemed to split his eardrums, and ever the rivers of lava swelled in volume. The hot blasts that came from them scorched his throat and lungs and seared his eyes. He felt as though he were moving in a nightmare. Now he was not alone. On every side the jungle was full of fle...
And then he knew! The river was creeping inland. It had already covered the ground to the width of a mile. The island was sinking! With frantic haste Bomba gathered together three logs, tore some creepers from the trees and lashed the logs together. Even in the brief time it took him to do this the water had deepened u...
He had little fear this time of the caymans. They themselves would be cowering with terror at this phenomenon that was shaking the bed of the stream as well as the dry land above its level. They would make no hostile move. Even the jaguars, whose heads now dotted the stream everywhere, could swim to the mainland withou...
But he was safe! His life had been spared--and that counted for much. Then another comforting thought came to him. The island of Japazy had sunk. But, as far as he knew, Japazy himself still lived. He would find the half-breed yet. What fruit was borne by that determination will be seen in the next volumes of this seri...
He took reverently from beneath the puma skin the portrait of the lovely woman. Again those beautiful eyes looked into his. “Mother,” he whispered. “Mother!” His eyes blurred. He pressed his lips to the picture and replaced it next his heart. Then he struck into the jungle.
THE END THE BOMBA BOOKS By ROY ROCKWOOD _12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. With Colored jacket._
_Price 50 cents per volume. Postage 10 cents additional._ [Illustration] _Bomba lived far back in the jungles of the Amazon with a half-demented naturalist who told the lad nothing of his past. The jungle boy was a lover of birds, and hunted animals with a bow and arrow and his trusty machete. He had only a primitive e...
_Send for Our Free Illustrated Catalogue_ CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, Publishers New York THE BOB DEXTER SERIES By WILLARD F. BAKER
Author of “THE BOY RANCHERS SERIES” _12mo. Cloth. Illustrated. Jacket in colors. Price 50 cents per volume. Postage 10 cents additional._ [Illustration] _This is a new line of stories for boys, by the author of the Boy Ranchers series. The Bob Dexter books are detective stories, yet they are without the objectionable f...
1. BOB DEXTER AND THE CLUBHOUSE MYSTERY _or The Missing Golden Eagle_ This story tells how the Boys’ Athletic Club was despoiled of its trophies in a strange manner, and how, among other things stolen, was the Golden Eagle mascot. 2. BOB DEXTER AND THE BEACON BEACH MYSTERY _or The Wreck of the Sea Hawk_ When Bob and hi...
3. BOB DEXTER AND THE STORM MOUNTAIN MYSTERY _or The Secret of the Log Cabin_ Bob Dexter came upon a man mysteriously injured and befriended him, which led Bob into the midst of a series of strange events. 4. BOB DEXTER AND THE AEROPLANE MYSTERY _or The Secret of the Jint San_ Bob and his chums witness the mysterious d...
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CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY, Publishers New York THE GREAT ACE SERIES By NOËL SAINSBURY, JR. Author of THE CHAMPION SPORT STORIES
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1. BILLY SMITH--EXPLORING ACE _or By Airplane to New Guinea_ The story of a fourteen-year-old lad, taught to pilot a seaplane by his uncle, Lieut.-Commander on a Naval Air Station. Together they are forced down at sea, and Lieut.-Com. Smith is so impressed with the lad’s courage in this trying situation that he takes B...
3. BILLY SMITH--MYSTERY ACE _or Airplane Discoveries in South America_ Doctor Stanton, bird man of the Natural History Museum disappeared in the Amazon Jungles. The Smiths, father and son are ordered to find him, and the trail leads to an outpost rubber plantation, where Billy is lost in the jungle and captured by the ...
5. BILLY SMITH--SHANGHAIED ACE _or Malay Pirates and Solomon Island Cannibals_ Billy shanghaied while on a search for a missing steamer and one passenger in particular, escapes in time to be of vast help, after all, and bring off a famous rescue in the South Sea Islands. These books may be purchased wherever books are ...
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BONNIE PRINCE FETLAR: THE STORY OF A PONY AND HIS FRIENDS Produced by David Edwards, Martin Pettit and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive) +-------------------------------------------------+ |Transcriber's...
MARSHALL SAUNDERS Come, walk the open road with us, Far out beyond the town, Where all the winds of Arcady Go wandering up and down. If problems vex, if cares perplex, O leave them all behind. Step lightly here, with vision clear, And free, inquiring mind. LILIAN LEVERIDGE. BONNIE PRINCE FETLAR
THE STORY OF A PONY AND HIS FRIENDS BY MARSHALL SAUNDERS AUTHOR OF "BEAUTIFUL JOE," "THE WANDERING DOG," ETC.
[Illustration: Logo] NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1920,
BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I THE BOY WITH THE PALE EYES 9
II THE MAN AND THE BOY 19 III THREE FRIENDS ON DEER TRAIL 27 IV THE WOLF AND THE LAMB 39 V A COWARD STANDS ASIDE 52
VI THE BELOVED LIAR 62 VII PRIZE PIGS AND THEIR DOG FRIENDS 77 VIII A GREAT SECRET 95 IX CASSOWARY TRIES MY PACES 107
X EARLY MORNING ON DEVERING FARM 118 XI ANOTHER LIE 134 XII THE DRIVE TO THE GAME WARDEN'S 148 XIII BOLSHY THE RUSSIAN 168
XIV THE WHITE PHANTOM 180 XV A NIGHT PROWLER 191 XVI THE HIGHLANDER WALKS 202 XVII A MYSTERIOUS LAMB 210
XVIII THE ARRIVAL OF THE PONIES 220 XIX CASSOWARY LOSES HER TEMPER ONCE 229 XX CASSOWARY LOSES HER TEMPER TWICE 241 XXI A FLIGHT BY NIGHT 253
XXII BACK TO THE HOME STABLE 264 XXIII MY MASTER LOSES GROUND 275 XXIV THE MOTHER MYSTERY 287 XXV WE HAUNT THE WOODS 297
XXVI THE GREEN LADY AND THE BROWN MAN 310 XXVII FATHER, MOTHER AND CHILD 319 XXVIII THE FIRE AT WIDOW DETOVER'S 325 XXIX A RUSSIAN PRINCESS 330
XXX AN END AND A BEGINNING 341 BONNIE PRINCE FETLAR CHAPTER I THE BOY WITH THE PALE EYES
One day early this last summer I was feeling rather puzzled and surprised. I am a black Shetland pony brought up mostly in cities and lovely open country places, and here was I shut up in a wild hilly spot miles from any human being except a few settlers. I wasn't worried. I am a middle-aged pony and have seen enough o...
I didn't like being shut up this fine day, and I didn't understand the reason for it. In the distance were children, a whole flock of them giggling and carrying on and probably crazy to get on my back, but they were being kept away from me. "Well," I thought, "I'd better take a little nap while I'm waiting for this tan...
He was a white-faced lad with light brown hair and pale eyes. I never saw such eyes before except in the head of a cat. They were greenish in hue and they grew bigger and darker as he stared at me. He seemed to be looking right through me at something in the background, and, if I hadn't known there wasn't a thing in th...
"Oh! excuse me," he stammered, "I'm a bit cut up. I've had a long trip--I didn't know but what you were going to bite." I curled my lip in a pony smile. Who was he and where did he come from, not to know that a Shetland pony is the soul of good nature. How different he was from those brown-faced young ones outside who ...
I have had many young masters and my rôle is to keep quiet at first and see how they treat me. So I just took a nip of hay, and gave him time to get his nerves together for they seemed to be at pretty loose ends. He was shuddering now. What was the trouble? I looked over my shoulder and saw that someone had been killin...
However I was not complaining. I was comfortable enough in the mild July weather. I have been used to roughing it in a nice way with some of my rich masters, but I certainly wouldn't like to put in a winter here with those daylight chinks between the big logs. I wished the boy would let me out. What a stupid he was not...
"I want exercise, you young snail," I tried to tell him by starting slowly up the gentle slope of the barnyard, and then turning to look round at him. The sheep were pasturing away up on the hill. I would lead him toward them for I guessed that he would not be afraid of them. Those lively children in the distance would...
"Stop a minute," he called suddenly, "I want to get my bearings." I stared at him as he stood--delicate, eager, his pale eyes glistening with some new emotion. "We are on the borders of a long beautiful lake," he said, "which is shaped like an hour-glass." I didn't know what an hour-glass was, but I guessed that it was...
"We are at the waist of the glass," he said, "and all round us are vast hills clad with forests. Here a clearing has been made, and someone has built a beautiful long low house with ivy-clad verandas." How nicely the boy talked and how prettily he waved his slender arm, and I kept on gazing at him in admiration. "Also,...
"Beside the big red barn," he said, "is a little brown barn and a number of out-buildings. I don't know what they are. It is a fine place anyway, and must, I think, belong to my father's friend who invited me here--now let us go up to this wide pasture where you were leading me." I gladly went ahead of him and he was f...
"They've got brains in their tossing heads," he said. "They used to be wicked giants and some great power turned them into these wooden things with waving arms that beg us to come in and be choked to death." What kind of a boy was this, I wondered. He talked something like a girl and something like a lad who had always...
"Pony-Boy," he said, laying a timid finger on the tip of one of my ears, "I'm not afraid exactly, but I don't like spooky woods and queer silent waiting people. That old settler who drove me in wouldn't open his mouth and his name is Talker--what do you think of that?" I was amused. This queer man had brought me in the...
The lad was venturing now to lay his hand on my head. "Pony-Boy, I've never had a pet as big as you. I live in a city, and my friends are small creatures like dogs and cats and mice and rats." As if he thought I was wondering whether he had no boy friends he went on slowly, "My father says that human beings may go back...
He was pretty quick to respond and broke into a nice boyish laugh, but a rather subdued one as if he had been hushed up a good bit. "Isn't he a caution," he said, pointing to the old ram, who, after one terrified look at us two strangers, was leading the ewes in and out among the magnificent old trees scattered about t...
"I'm so tired," he said suddenly, and he flopped down on a big flat rock which was very pleasant and warm in the sunshine. "_Squattez vous_, Pony," he said, and to be agreeable I lay down, for I have not the objection to doubling my legs under me that some members of the horse family have. "I'm sure out of the world," ...
His attention wandered from the lake to me. "I've often seen ponies like you in parks and on the streets, but I've never been so near one. Oh! I wish I had a pony of my own, but I suppose you cost a good deal of money." I certainly did, but there was no reason why he should know just how much. I don't like to hear a la...
These sheep running away from us were of standard stock, and the evening before I had seen a fine herd of Holstein cows and some of the best bred pigs I had ever come across. Someone was trying an experiment up on these Highlands. Perhaps it was the tall man I had just seen coming out of the house and joining the child...
CHAPTER II THE MAN AND THE BOY I examined the boy carefully. Now I thought of it, though he was stylish, he was not handsomely dressed. His clothes were of good, but not fine material, his shoes were well-worn, his blue belted coat had odd buttons on it. He did not look to me like a rich man's child. He seemed more lik...
I was a bit uneasy about this boy. Before this I had had young creatures tell me the story of their lives and it was always because they had no sympathetic human ear turned toward them. So now I took on a thoughtful air as this lad went on. "Lend me your pony ears--I was born in the great big wonderful country of the U...
As I stepped gaily round and round doing a march step and whinnying with feeling, the boy fell into an ecstasy. "Do you mean to say you are a fellow-countryman," he cried, "an American pony citizen in this strange forest land?" and in his emotion he forgot his fear of me and throwing his arms round my neck gave me a go...
"Excuse me, Pony-Boy. You'll find me an utter coward. Let's think of our country. Hurrah for the Stars and Stripes. Let's sing a verse." Then he opened his young mouth, "My Country 'tis of thee Sweet land of liberty Of thee I sing." In amazement, I stopped my processing round the rock. I never in my life had heard such...
As I stood entranced, I noticed that the boy as he sang the whole of this one of our national songs kept looking over his shoulder as if he were afraid someone might interrupt him. When he dropped on the rock again I went and stood over him. "Pony-Boy," he said, "I'm not allowed to do that at home. I can only whistle."...
"Pony-Boy--what is that awful sound?" I rubbed my head against his shoulder. Poor lad! what nerves. "I know it must be some kind of a bird," he went on, "for the sound came from the lake, but what a yell. You'd think a child was being murdered." I knew loons, for I had seen and heard them on lakes in our own country. P...
They liked solitude, they did, and they yelled till the boy was nearly crazy and whipped his fingers in his ears. How queer! The average boy likes noise and he had better get his ears unstopped for the big man was coming up the hill. I tried to warn the boy, but he did not understand me and had to fly into another spas...
These eyes were fixed on the boy in an extraordinary manner. That boy meant something to him in a heart way. His eyes did not falter, but his mouth trembled slightly. Suddenly he held out both hands, "Welcome to Devering Farm, my lad." My pale-eyed boy put both his slim white hands into the man's big brown ones. "You'r...
His eyes were quite misty now and I am sure he could not see me very well, though he said feelingly, "And you, Pony, welcome too. I haven't seen you since the day of the Cobourg Races." Now I knew who he was--the kind man who had felt me all over and stroked me so kindly. So he had remembered me and had had me sent to ...
"I appreciate his confidence," said the big man, wrinkling his eyebrows in an amused way. "First of all, sir, please tell me why my father sent me here. I've never been allowed to leave home before unless John or Margie went with me." "Suppose you ask him when he comes up here later." The boy almost shouted. "Is my fat...
"I hope so. He needs a rest. He sticks too closely to work." "That's so, sir. He often falls asleep when I'm sitting in the library with him evenings. He's a wonderful man." "Indeed he is--I knew him before you did." "Did you, sir--where?"
"In Toronto--when he went there as a young man to study Canadian law." "So he's coming here," said the boy musingly. "Will John and Margie come, too?" "I dare say." "I don't think he could get on without them. He likes Margie's cooking and John looks after his clothes."
"Well, I hope you'll see them all before autumn---- Now tell me how you used to amuse yourself in that big dreary town house of yours." "Of course I had my studies, sir." "Did you find them interesting?" "Some of them. I had a fine young tutor all these years--a girl tutor."
"Did you never go to school?" "No, sir." "Then you don't know much about boys." "Not much--I know some on our street to nod to. Then John sometimes takes me to ball games, only when it is warm. When it's cold, he takes me to the movies."
The big man frowned, then he asked, "Had you any pets?" "I always had a dog." "Why didn't you bring him?" "My old Toby died last week."
The boy's voice broke and the man changed the subject quickly. "You'll find it cooler here than in Boston." "Oh, very much. I'm almost shivering in this suit. Margie thought it would be warm enough. She's been like my mother, sir, since my own died." The man smiled. I thought this a strange thing when the boy spoke of ...
The boy spoke proudly, and Mr. Devering said almost irritably, "Oh! forget that, my boy. There's nothing in it now." The boy looked surprised. "And may I go out alone now and speak to strangers?" "Certainly, certainly," said Mr. Devering hurriedly. "Then why," began Dallas, but Mr. Devering interrupted him. "All that i...
The boy's face fell, and I saw that he was a bit disappointed. He had been making a little hero of himself. Now he had found out that he wasn't worth carrying away. I was sorry for him, and I saw that there was some mystery here to be explained in the future. I have lived in many interesting families and I love mysteri...
The boy seemed to find it hard to answer. At last he said, "Do you wish me to speak politely or truthfully?" "Truthfully, by all means." "Well, sir--I find it ghostly and lonely." Mr. Devering repeated the words, "Ghostly and lonely." Then he broke into a hearty laugh. "And I'm lonely only when I'm in cities pushing my...
"Do you love the trees, sir?" asked Dallas, "these startling green monsters?" "I worship them, boy. They come next the animals with me. This one here is Little Sister," and he threw his arm round a slender silver birch. "And that maple," said Mr. Devering, pointing to the one where the catbird was still sitting. "Doesn...
"No, sir." "Rain, rain and always more rain. Have you been told what happens in countries like China where foolish people have been allowed to cut down the trees?" "Oh, yes, yes," said the boy. "I remember now. My teacher used to tell me trees keep the soil moist and attract rainfalls. Oh! I don't mind a few, sir, but ...
I had heard the boy say that he was lame from his long drive, but he did not tell this to the man, and prepared to follow him quite bravely. "May this little beastie go too, sir?" he asked, pointing to me. "Certainly, the more beasts the merrier for me." CHAPTER III
THREE FRIENDS ON DEER TRAIL I trotted after them and the boy looking over his shoulder at me said, "Is he yours, sir?" "Yes, I got him as a present for a boy." "One of your boys, sir--that is, if those children over there belong to you."
Mr. Devering fell behind Dallas and made a forbidding gesture with his hand toward the children. I guessed that he was keeping them back so that he might for some reason or other have this lad to himself for awhile. "Yes," he said, catching up to Dallas, "those are my children." "How many, sir?" "Six."
"And they have a mother?" "Oh! yes." The boy's head was drooping thoughtfully. "There is a big brick house next door to us in the city," he said. "Every night I look across the lane and see the children going to bed. The maid undresses them and then the mother comes in and takes them in her arms and rocks and sings to ...
"Never, sir; I used to ask questions about her, but they looked so sad that I gave it up. I fear her death had something painful about it." Mr. Devering turned his eyes away from the boy toward me, they looked very troubled. Then he spoke quietly, "Some day I will take it upon myself to tell you all about your dear mot...
Dallas stopped short. His wonderful pale eyes were blazing. "You--knew--my--mother," he said in a low trembling voice. "I have said so," remarked Mr. Devering quietly. "I am glad I came," he said slowly. "Some boys have mothers, some have not. Some boys miss their mothers, some do not. I tell you, sir, it is a sore in ...
It went to my heart to see the young lip tremble. Boys do not like to wait. "I hope--I hope," he muttered to himself, "that the day will soon come. If a boy has had a mother, he should know about her. I--I have not even a little picture of my dear mother, who of course was beautiful and good and loved her boy as no one...
"For me!" he exclaimed. "Is this a joke?" "Decidedly not. My children all have ponies. I wished you to have one." "For my very own," he gasped, "this wonderful creature," and he suddenly threw his arm over my back as I pulled up closer to him, feeling oh! so glad that this gentle lad was to be my master. "For your own ...
The boy was so excited that he could scarcely breathe. One trembling hand remained on my back, the other clutched his crumpled shirt front. "You are a prince among men," he said at last in a choked voice. "I wish I were," said Mr. Devering humbly. "I am only a commoner." The boy flung up his handsome head and looked at...
"Margie goes much to church and sings many hymns," said the boy. "I heard you singing just now," observed Mr. Devering. My master looked frightened. "Did you mind?" "Not a bit--why should I?"
"My father never allows me to sing at home." Again a dark look came over the man's face. He might like my young master's father, but he evidently did not approve of all he did. "You may sing just as much as you wish here," he said; "singing is the cry of the soul, and I hope you will teach my youngsters to warble half ...
"The Union Jack--you are in the British Empire now." "So I am--I forgot it, for you Canadians are so much like us Americans. We're great friends, sir, in our two countries now, aren't we?" "Rather, especially since the war, though there are bad men who are trying to drive a wedge between English speaking nations." "Why...
"To split us apart." "Oh! I see--united we stand, divided we fall." "And if Great Britain and America fall apart, lad, with us go the weaker peoples of the earth. "I shall always be against the wedge, sir," said the boy earnestly. "I like the good old Union Jack, also I like the Lion of Old England. He's a noble beast....
"Isn't he, and can't he roar when anyone touches any of his cubs? You must not forget to pay tribute to him, boy." "Now in what way have I offended the Lion?" asked the boy, and for the first time I heard his whimsical laugh, which was the one finishing touch needed to brighten his thoughtful, almost sad, young persona...
"A sweet apology," exclaimed the man; "boy, that goes to my heart. Once years ago I knew a young singer--oh! you take me back." "The young singer being my mother," said the boy quickly. The man bit his lip. Then he nodded his head and walked on. Presently he said in quite a matter-of-fact voice, "This pasture back of t...
"I will get you some proper country boots with nails," said Mr. Devering. "Thank you, sir," said Dallas gratefully. "You call me sir," said Mr. Devering quite wistfully. "Do you then find me so old?" "Oh, no, no, I feel as if you were a big brother very much older and wiser than I am."
I had never heard a boy talk like this before, but it seemed to please the man, for he grew quite red and happy. "It would gratify me very much," he said, "if you and I could be chums as your Dad and I were." "Let's be pals," said the boy; "you seem quite young in your ways." "Do I seem younger than your dad?"
"My father is magnificent," said the boy seriously, "quite magnificent, but he says he can't call back his youth. It's slipped away from him. I remember when he said it. We were in his library. He sank 'way down in his big chair, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, I thought he had gone to sleep. Then he rose up a...
Dallas was enchanted. I saw he was one of those pale faced boys that light up suddenly. "Let's have some nicknames just for ourselves," he cried, "like boys in books." "All right." "You'll be Captain 'cause you know so much more about things than I do. I'll be Sub, and what will Pony be?" "Babe," suggested Mr. Devering...
"Fine!" cried Dallas, "Captain, Sub and Babe"; then he flourished his arm, "Three cheers for Captain, Sub and Babe, hip, hip, hooray. We're the pals of---- What's the name of this lake?" and he stopped his shouting, which was quiet and unboyish, and turned inquiringly to Mr. Devering. "Fawn Lake." "We're the pals of Fa...
"Hurry up, Sub," Mr. Devering was saying. "I thought we'd be half way up the trail by this time." The boy's heart was so full of happiness and he had so thoroughly forgotten his fatigue that he suddenly broke out into song. "Sing out, sing out," said Mr. Devering, "no one will chide you here." So my young master kept o...
"Gamarra is a dainty steed Strong, black, and of a noble breed, Full of fire and full of bone, With all his line of fathers known." until he sang himself right into a snake fence. "Gee!" he exclaimed, "what am I to do now?" Mr. Devering smiled, put out his two powerful hands and swung him over.
"Splendiferous!" cried Dallas, "but how will Babe get over?" How Mr. Devering laughed at him. "Boy," he said, "allow me to introduce you to Bonnie Prince Fetlar of Cobourg Park." "Now what do you mean by that, Captain?" "Wait and see."
Of course I took the fence like a bird, then I stood still and waited for the boy to hear my story. "Sometimes," said Mr. Devering, "it is the jockey that wins the race and sometimes the horse wins the race without the jockey. Two ponies were entered in the pony race at a fair I attended a few weeks ago. Both riders ro...
Young Dallas was almost beside himself with admiration and interest. "Of course," he cried, "our brave little lad got first money." "The grand stand was with you, pal, but the judges awarded the money to the pony that came second with its rider." "Foul play, foul play," cried my young master, "my beauty, my pride," and...
"Arabian blood," repeated the boy, and he began to repeat in a dreamy voice, the lines of "The Arab to His Favourite Steed." "My beautiful! my beautiful! that standest meekly by With thy proudly arched and glossy neck and dark and fiery eye." Mr. Devering with a deeply gratified air listened to the boy as he repeated t...
"I have a queer feeling about you, sir. You don't seem a stranger to me. You call up something that happened when I was a little boy." "What was it?" asked Mr. Devering over his shoulder. "I was walking with Margie on the Common in Boston. A big man came up to us. He sat down on a park bench and took me on his knee. He...
Dallas shook his young head with a puzzled air and followed him. I trotted gaily after, my heart as gay as a lark's. After two long months with a horse dealer, I was once more in a family with boys and girls that I love so dearly. What fun I should have watching them and wondering why they do the queer things they do. ...
Of course I ran after the boy, and as I ran I looked about me. This was a peculiar trail we were on. We had left the nice wide road and had branched off toward the western hills and the afternoon sun. At first there had been grand old maples and beeches standing in groups about pastures each side of us where the black ...