John Mackenzie trod the trail from Jasper to the great sheep country where fortu...
the rivers run babbling onward under the green trees; here, they groan and chafe...
It may be urged that all proper heroines go through a period of uncertainty befo...
He had been struggling with his ambitions a long time and never could quite figu...
"Perhaps not to you," Priscilla shouted in his ear, "but it would be if you had ...
The long grass swayed to and fro with a sleepy sound; the lithe dragon-fly hover...
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