| PAGE |
| A Lost Hero | Frontispiece |
| The Express from Columbia | 11 |
| The Enterprise of the Summerville Merchant | 12 |
| In the Group at the Station stood a white Boy | 13 |
| The Boy tested the Halter, and patted the Horse | 15 |
| Stray Goats and Mules gazed expectantly | 17 |
| An old Negro came up | 19 |
| He plodded slowly up the Track | 21 |
| Snapped his Halter, and broke away | 23 |
| He got down on his Hands and Knees and crawled | 24 |
| Birds seemed to sing through the Air | 25 |
| Had the End of the World come? | 27 |
| They ran | 31 |
| The pauper Dog | 32 |
| They were only Cows | 33 |
| Run for 't! Run! | 37 |
| As they came abreast of the second little Station | 41 |
| I sole for Two Thousand Dollars onct | 43 |
| The ragged old Arm that felled it down | 45 |
| The little One climbed like a Monkey upon A Shelf | 47 |
| The old Man seized the Torpedoes | 48 |
| This comforted the Lad incredibly | 49 |
| "I stump ye!" | 53 |
| The strong, black Fist was clinched | 55 |
| He laid one Torpedo on each Rail | 57 |
| PapÄ! PapÄ! | 62 |
| A little huddling Figure | 63 |
| The locality where the Train stood was examined thoroughly | 67 |
| Had the curiosity to pick up the Rags | 72 |
| Finis | 74 |
