Swaying Backward, He Fell into the Upbanked Wall of
Snow, and Went Out of Sight, Except for His Boots,
One of Which Still Held the Crude Snowshoe | Frontispiece | | FACING PAGE | This Was the Supreme Test for His Never Proven Endurance.
And He Was All but Vanquished | 22 | On All the Four Winds Breathed Voices Whispering of
His Future | 82 | Out of the Gray Fog Burned Dusky Eyes Half Veiled By
Dusky Hair—“Emihiyah Comes,” She Said. “Siena
Waits,” He Replied | 108 | Alone on a Ridge of Rising Ground Yaqui Faced the Back
Trail and Watched with Falcon Eyes | 114 | Yaqui Knew that Never Again Would He See His Wife and
Baby—Never Hear From Them—Never Know What
Became of Them | 146 | | Twice She Started Forward, Only to Hang Back | 176 |
TAPPAN’S BURRO
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