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قراءة كتاب In Blue Creek Cañon
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IN BLUE CREEK CAÑON
BY ANNA CHAPIN RAY
AUTHOR OF "HALF A DOZEN BOYS," "HALF A DOZEN GIRLS," ETC.
NEW YORK: 46 East 14th Street
THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO.
BOSTON: 100 Purchase Street
Copyright, 1892,
By Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.
Printed and Electrotyped by
Alfred Mudge & Son, Boston.
"A quartette of boys and girls were darting about on skates."
Say you're sorry and make it square;
If he's wronged you, wink so tight
None of you see what's plain in sight.
Lend a hand to help him along;
When his stockings have holes to darn,
Don't you grudge him your ball of yarn.
All the closer as age leaks in;
Squalls will blow, and clouds will frown,
But stay by your ship till you all go down!
Oliver Wendell Holmes.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. A Council on Skates
CHAPTER II. To Welcome the Coming Guest
CHAPTER III. The Everett Household
CHAPTER IV. On the Cross-head
CHAPTER V. The Meeting in the Waters
CHAPTER VI. Marjorie's Party
CHAPTER VII. Janey's Prophecy
CHAPTER VIII. In the Dark
CHAPTER IX. Camping on the Beaverhead
CHAPTER X. Up the Gulch
CHAPTER XI. "Sweet Charity's Sake"
CHAPTER XII. Home without a Mother
CHAPTER XIII. At the Nine-hundred Level
CHAPTER XIV. The Beginning of the Old Story
CHAPTER XV. Mr. Atherden
CHAPTER XVI. The Completed Story
CHAPTER XVII. The Tragedy of the Unexpected
CHAPTER XVIII. Under Orders
L'ENVOI.
Other Books Published by T. Y. CROWELL & CO.
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"A quartette of boys and girls were darting about on skates."
"He cautiously moved away a few inches along the beam."
IN BLUE CREEK CAÑON.
CHAPTER I.
A COUNCIL ON SKATES.
A strong southeast wind was blowing up the cañon and driving before it the dense yellow smoke which rolled up from the great red chimneys of the smelter. To the east and west of the town, the mountains rose abruptly, their steep sides bare or covered with patches of yellow pine. At the north, the cañon closed in to form a narrow gorge between the mountains; but towards the south it opened out into a broad valley, through which the swiftly rushing creek twisted and turned along its willow-bordered bed. A half mile below the town the creek suddenly broadened into a little lake that was now frozen over, forming a sheet of dazzling ice, upon which a quartette of boys and girls were darting about on skates.
"Ugh!" gasped one of the boys, as a sudden gust of wind, coming straight from the east, brought the stifling cloud in their direction; "I'm glad I'm not up in town this afternoon. It's getting ready for a storm, I