Shooting tongues of smoke from their great black throats | Frontispiece | | Facing page | Sawquehanna seemed to remember the voice | 18 | Decatur caught the Moor's arm | 90 | The last six hundred miles were the hardest | 152 | Nauvoo had handsome houses and public buildings | 166 | Wherever there was a stream explorers began to dig | 186 | The teams, exhausted, began to fail | 200 | Spanish boats pulled close to them | 282 |
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