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C. H. Forbes-Lindsay
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Immediately He Became a Target Frontispiece
“My Scalp, I Reckon, Young Fellow” 96
Boone was Nearing the Limit of His Endurance 155
His Weapon Whizzed through the Air and Buried Itself in the Skull of the Foremost 296

Daniel Boone

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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