I. At West Point 5
II. On the Road to Arizona 12
III. "Hands up" 18
IV. Toward the Gorge 28
V. Over the Precipice 33
VI. By the Roadside 40
VII. At the Bottom of the Gorge 54
VIII- An Unwelcome Caller 62
IX. Geronimo 69
X. Out of the Gorge 79
XI. Warm Work 85
XII. Three Cheers 93
XIII. Gone! 102
XIV. A Mass of Rocks Ill
XV. The Account Closed 119
XVI. The Mountain Ravine ,.. 131
XVII. They are There 139
XVIII. One of Many 147
XIX. At the Harland Ranch 150
XX. A Surprise Party 167
XXI. Good-bye 175
4 CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGB
XXII. In Camp 183
XXIII. A Pursuit and Capture 194
XXIV. A Close Call 202
XXV. Facing Eastward 210
XXVI. Comrades Once More 221
XXVII. A Strange Ambush 228
XXVIII. Close Quarters 240
XXIX. The Signal Fire 247
XXX. At the Burned Ranch 254
XXXI. A Laugh 265
XXXII. The Apache Camp Fire 272
XXXIII. A Daring Exploit 279
XXXIV. At the Base of the Mountain 290
XXXV. The Prisoner of State 298
XXXVI. Captors and Captives 305
XXXVII. Negotiating 315
XXXVLL1. Conclusion 321
ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO.
CHAPTER I.
AT WEST POINT.
AT last the four years' arduous course at West
Point Academy was finished.
Who of us that have been through the study,
drill and training at that admirable institution can
forget a single day of the eventful term spent
there ?
With what timidity we made our way up the
long, sloping hill to the array of buildings and
presented our "appointment," which some of us
had brought all the way from the Pacific slope or
the Gulf, picturing in our mind what West Point
looked like, and how we would conduct ourselves
after we got there? And, as is always the case,
how different the reality proved from the ideal !
And then what could look more awe inspiring
than the upper classmen, as we caught sight of
G ON THE TEAIL OF GERONUIO.
them here, there, and everywhere, eying us as we
can imagine that cannibals might eye a party of
prisoners from which they are to select their
victims.
It all comes back again. How those grim old
physicians, after compelling us to shed every
thread of clothing, examined us from head to foot.
They thumped our ribs, listened to the heart beats,
tested our eyesight, and so on, until we felt as
though we would give worlds to get out of the
torture room .and back again to the farm or shop.
There was Dolph Ashton, who had come all the
way from Oregon. He was one of the brightest
youths ever born on the Pacific slope, and was
intended by nature for a soldier. He stripped like
a young Adonis, and his mental attainments were
marvelous.
But alas ! one of his eyes was a little deficient,
and proved unequal to the work of reading a line
of fine print shown on the opposite side of the
room. Dolph whistled cheerily as he packed his
trunk and started for his distant home, but all the
same I caught the glisten of the tears under his
eyelids, which he thought no one of us saw.
We had it pretty rough during the first year.....
Genre: General Fiction
II. On the Road to Arizona 12
III. "Hands up" 18
IV. Toward the Gorge 28
V. Over the Precipice 33
VI. By the Roadside 40
VII. At the Bottom of the Gorge 54
VIII- An Unwelcome Caller 62
IX. Geronimo 69
X. Out of the Gorge 79
XI. Warm Work 85
XII. Three Cheers 93
XIII. Gone! 102
XIV. A Mass of Rocks Ill
XV. The Account Closed 119
XVI. The Mountain Ravine ,.. 131
XVII. They are There 139
XVIII. One of Many 147
XIX. At the Harland Ranch 150
XX. A Surprise Party 167
XXI. Good-bye 175
4 CONTENTS.
CHAPTER PAGB
XXII. In Camp 183
XXIII. A Pursuit and Capture 194
XXIV. A Close Call 202
XXV. Facing Eastward 210
XXVI. Comrades Once More 221
XXVII. A Strange Ambush 228
XXVIII. Close Quarters 240
XXIX. The Signal Fire 247
XXX. At the Burned Ranch 254
XXXI. A Laugh 265
XXXII. The Apache Camp Fire 272
XXXIII. A Daring Exploit 279
XXXIV. At the Base of the Mountain 290
XXXV. The Prisoner of State 298
XXXVI. Captors and Captives 305
XXXVII. Negotiating 315
XXXVLL1. Conclusion 321
ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO.
CHAPTER I.
AT WEST POINT.
AT last the four years' arduous course at West
Point Academy was finished.
Who of us that have been through the study,
drill and training at that admirable institution can
forget a single day of the eventful term spent
there ?
With what timidity we made our way up the
long, sloping hill to the array of buildings and
presented our "appointment," which some of us
had brought all the way from the Pacific slope or
the Gulf, picturing in our mind what West Point
looked like, and how we would conduct ourselves
after we got there? And, as is always the case,
how different the reality proved from the ideal !
And then what could look more awe inspiring
than the upper classmen, as we caught sight of
G ON THE TEAIL OF GERONUIO.
them here, there, and everywhere, eying us as we
can imagine that cannibals might eye a party of
prisoners from which they are to select their
victims.
It all comes back again. How those grim old
physicians, after compelling us to shed every
thread of clothing, examined us from head to foot.
They thumped our ribs, listened to the heart beats,
tested our eyesight, and so on, until we felt as
though we would give worlds to get out of the
torture room .and back again to the farm or shop.
There was Dolph Ashton, who had come all the
way from Oregon. He was one of the brightest
youths ever born on the Pacific slope, and was
intended by nature for a soldier. He stripped like
a young Adonis, and his mental attainments were
marvelous.
But alas ! one of his eyes was a little deficient,
and proved unequal to the work of reading a line
of fine print shown on the opposite side of the
room. Dolph whistled cheerily as he packed his
trunk and started for his distant home, but all the
same I caught the glisten of the tears under his
eyelids, which he thought no one of us saw.
We had it pretty rough during the first year.....
Genre: General Fiction
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