Ellis The Phantom of the River

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-4553-5078-0
Verlag: Seltzer Books
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, 488 Seiten

Classic adventure novel. According to Wikipedia: 'Edward Sylvester Ellis (April 11, 1840 - June 20, 1916) was an American author who was born in Ohio and died at Cliff Island, Maine. Ellis was a teacher, school administrator, and journalist, but his most notable work was that that he performed as author of hundreds of dime novels that he produced under his name and a number of noms de plume. Notable works by Ellis include The Huge Hunter, or the Steam Man of the Prairies and Seth Jones, or the Captives of the Frontier. Internationally, Edward S. Ellis is probably best known for his Deerhunter novels widely read by young boys up to the 1950s (together with works by James Fenimore Cooper and Karl May). In the mid-1880s, after a fiction-writing career of some thirty years, Ellis eventually turned his pen to more serious works of biography, history, and persuasive writing.'

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Ellis, Edward

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The Phantom Of The River By Edward Ellis
  published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books   Westerns by Edward Ellis:   Adrift in the Wilds Camp-Fire and Wigwam The Cave in the Mountain Cowmen and Rustlers The Daughter of the Chieftain Deerfoot in the Mountains Footprints in the Forest The Huge Hunter The Hunters of the Ozark In the Pecos Country Klondike Nuggets The Land of Mystery The Lost Trail Oonomoo the Huron The Story of Red Feather Through Forest and Fire Two Boys in Wyoming   feedback welcome: [e-mail]   visit us at samizdat.com   First published by:   from BOONE AND KENTON SERIES, NO. 2   PHILADELPHIA HENRY T. COATES & CO. COPYRIGHT, 1896,    I. LONGING FOR NIGHT   II. THE CAWING OF A CROW   III. THE HALT IN THE WOODS   IV. ON THE EDGE OF THE CLEARING   V. DARING AND DELICATE WORK   VI. THE RIGHT OF EMINENT DOMAIN   VII. A QUESTION OF OWNERSHIP   VIII. BY THE WAY   IX. THE "ACCIDENT"   X. AT RATTLESNAKE GULCH   XI. WATCHING AND WAITING   XII. CARRYING THE WAR INTO AFRICA   XIII. UNKIND FATE   XIV. THE INTRUDER   XV. A DARK PROSPECT   XVI. SIMON KENTON IN A PANIC   XVII. A RUN OF GOOD FORTUNE   XVIII. "IT'S AN ILL WIND THAT BLOWS NOBODY ANY GOOD"   XIX. A FELLOW-PASSENGER   XX. WAR'S STRATEGY   XXI. THE PHANTOM OF THE RIVER   XXII. PUTTING OUT FROM SHORE   XXIII. THE SHAWANOE CAMP   XXIV. THE FORLORN HOPE   XXV. FACE TO FACE   XXVI. IN THE LION'S DEN   XXVII. THE LAST RECOURSE   XXVIII. THE RETURN   XXIX. SQUARING ACCOUNTS   XXX. CONCLUSION    LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS   BOONE AND KENTON.   JETHRO IN TROUBLE.   THE PHANTOM BOAT.   THE MISSIONARY'S TRIUMPH.    PHANTOM OF THE RIVER.    CHAPTER I. LONGING FOR NIGHT.
   "I think there's trouble ahead, Dan'l."   "There isn't any doubt of it, Simon."   The first remark was made by the famous pioneer ranger, Simon Kenton, and the second fell from the lips of the more famous Daniel Boone.   It was at the close of a warm day in August, more than a century ago, that these veterans of the woods came together for the purpose of consultation. They had threaded their way along parallel lines, separated by hardly a furlong, for a mile from their starting-point, when the above interchange of views took place.   Boone had kept close to the Ohio while stealthily moving eastward, while Kenton took the same course, gliding more deeply among the shadows of the Kentucky forest until, disturbed by the evidence of danger, he trended to the left and met Boone near the river.   The two sat down on a fallen tree, side by side, and, while talking in low tones, did not for a moment forget their surroundings. They had lived too long in the perilous wilderness to forget that there was never a moment when a pioneer was absolutely safe from the fierce or stealthy red man.   "Dan'l," said Kenton, in that low, musical voice which was one of his most marked characteristics, "this 'ere bus'ness has took the qu'arest shape of anything that you or me have been mixed up in."   "I haven't been mixed up in it, Simon," corrected Boone, turning his somewhat narrow, but clean-shaven face upon the other, and smiling gently in a way that brought the wrinkles around a pair of eyes as blue as those of Kenton himself.   "Not yet, but you're powerful sartin to be afore them folks reach the block-house."   Boone nodded his head to signify that he agreed with his friend.   "You wasn't at the block-house, Dan'l, when the flatboat stopped there?"   "No."   "Neither was I; I was tramping through the woods on my way to make a call on Mr. Ashbridge."   "That's the man who put up the cabin a mile back down the river?"   "Yes; you see Norman Ashbridge or his son George--and the same is a powerful likely younker--come down the Ohio last spring in their flatboat, and stopped at the clearing a mile below us, where they put up a tidy cabin. A few weeks ago the father started east to bring down his family in another flatboat. George, the younker, got tired of waiting and set out to meet 'em; him and me come together in the woods, and had a scrimmage with the varmints afore we got on the boat with 'em. Things were purty warm on the way down the river, for The Panther made matters warm for us."   "The Panther!" repeated Boone, turning toward his friend; "I was afraid he was mixed up in this."   "I should say he was--ruther," replied Kenton, with a grin over the surprise of his older companion. "That chap sneaked onto the boat last night, believing he had a chance to clean us all out. Of course, I knowed what was up, but The Panther made a powerful big mistake. He got mixed up with that darkey you seed--his name is Jethro Juggens--and you may shoot me if the darkey didn't throw him down and hold him fast till we made him prisoner."   Boone had heard something of this extraordinary exploit, but he looked questioningly at Kenton, as though he could hardly credit the fact.   "It's all as true as Gospel. We kept Wa-on-mon, which the same is The Panther, till late that night, when Mr. Ashbridge and Altman and me went over in a canoe to the other flatboat, which the Shawanoes had cleaned out, to even up accounts with 'em. Sime Girty was with 'em, but they left afore we got to the craft, and we sot it afire and come back."   "I seed the light last night, but didn't know what it was."   "While we was gone, Mr. Altman's darter, Agnes (she ain't much more than a child), felt so sorry for The Panther, thinking, too, that I meant to shove him under, that she cut the cords that bound him--"   "What a fool of a gal!"   "Dan'l," sternly interrupted Kenton, laying his hand on the arm of his friend, "you mustn't speak that way of Tom Altman's child. There ain't a finer, smarter, purtier, sweeter gal in all Ohio or Kaintuck than little Agnes Altman. She made a powerful big mistake, but she done it in the kindness of her heart, and, Dan'l, you and me knows there ain't many such mistakes made. But that little gal showed her pluck when she follered up Wa-on-mon, snatched the knife from his hand when he warn't looking, and warned young Ashbridge in time to save him. Wal, The Panther made a rush to jump overboard, but he happened to step onto that darkey again, so he was nabbed."   "But what's become of The Panther?" asked Boone, hoping to hear that the career of this terrible scourge of the border was ended.   Kenton rested his long, formidable flintlock rifle on the log at his side, clasped his thin iron fingers over one knee, the foot of which was raised from the ground, and looked thoughtfully among the trees in front. His coonskin cap was shoved back from his forehead, and a frown settled on it, and his thin lips were compressed for a few moments before he spoke.   "Dan'l, things haven't turned out altogether to suit me. As you know, the flatboat kept on down the river till it reached the clearing this morning. Afore we went ashore, I diskivered that Girty and several varmints was in the cabin. They knowed we was going there, and they meant to wait until we got inside, when they'd clean us all out. While we was man[oe]uvring round like, so as to trade places with 'em, a...