Garland The Eagle's Heart

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-1-4553-6040-6
Verlag: Seltzer Books
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, 539 Seiten

Classic western novel. According to Wikipedia: 'Hamlin Hannibal Garland (September 14, 1860 - March 4, 1940) was an American novelist, poet, essayist, and short story writer. He is best known for his fiction involving hard-working Midwestern farmers.'

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Garland, Hamlin

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The Eagle's Heart By Hamlin Garland
  published by Samizdat Express, Orange, CT, USA established in 1974, offering over 14,000 books   Recommended westerns:   Casey Ryan by B. M. Bower Black Jack by Max Brand Camp-Fire and Wigwam by Edward Ellis Crittenden by John Fox, Jr. The Call of the Canyon by Zane Grey Heart's Desire by Emerson Hough The Deserter by Charles King Bucky O'Connor by William MacLeod Raine "Drag" Harlan by Charles Alden Seltzer Blazed Trail Stories by Stewart Edward White Lin McLean by Owen Wister   feedback welcome: [e-mail]   visit us at samizdat.com   First published by: SUNSET EDITION HARPER & BROTHERS NEW YORK AND LONDON COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY HAMLIN GARLAND   PART I   I. HIS YOUTH      II. HIS LOVE AFFAIRS   III. THE YOUNG EAGLE STRIKES          IV. THE TRIAL                    V. THE EAGLE'S EYES GROW DIM           VI. THE CAGE OPENS                   VII. ON THE WING            VIII. THE UPWARD TRAIL               IX. WAR ON THE CANNON BALL            X. THE YOUNG EAGLE MOUNTS            XI. ON THE ROUND-UP                          PART II   XII. THE YOUNG EAGLE FLUTTERS THE DOVE-COTE       XIII. THE YOUNG EAGLE DREAMS OF A MATE        XIV. THE YOUNG EAGLE RETURNS TO HIS EYRIE        PART III   XV. THE EAGLE COMPLETES HIS CIRCLE        XVI. AGAIN ON THE ROUND-UP           XVII. MOSE RETURNS TO WAGON WHEEL         XVIII. THE EAGLE GUARDS THE SHEEP            XIX. THE EAGLE ADVENTURES INTO STRANGE LANDS     XX. A DARK DAY WITH A GLOWING SUNSET             XXI. CONCLUSION                                THE EAGLE'S HEART   PART I
  CHAPTER I. HIS YOUTH
   Harold was about ten years of age when his father, the Rev. Mr. Excell, took the pastorate of the First Church in Rock River. Many of the people in his first congregation remarked upon "the handsome lad." The clear brown of his face, his big yellow-brown eyes, his slender hands, and the grace of his movements gave him distinction quite aside from that arising from his connection with the minister.   Rev. John Excell was a personable man himself. He was tall and broad shouldered, with abundant brown hair and beard, and a winning smile. His eyes were dark and introspective, but they could glow like sunlit topaz, or grow dim with tears, as his congregation had opportunity to observe during this first sermon--but they were essentially sad eyes.   Mrs. Excell, a colorless little woman who retained only the dim outline of her girlhood's beauty, sat gracelessly in her pew, but her stepdaughter, Maud, by her side, was carrying to early maturity a dainty grace united with something strong and fine drawn from her father. She had his proud lift of the head.   "What a fine family!" whispered the women from pew to pew under cover of the creaking fans.   In the midst of the first sermon, a boy seated in front of Harold gave a shrill whoop of agony and glared back at the minister's son with distorted face, and only the prompt action on the part of both mothers prevented a clamorous encounter over the pew. Harold had stuck the head of a pin in the toe of his boot and jabbed his neighbor in the calf of the leg. It was an old trick, but it served well.   The minister did not interrupt his reading, but a deep flush of hot blood arose to his face, and the lids of his eyes dropped to shut out the searching gaze of his parishioners, as well as to close in a red glare of anger. From that moment Harold was known as "that preacher's boy," the intention being to convey by significant inflections and a meaning smile that he filled the usual description of a minister's graceless son.   Harold soon became renowned in his own world. He had no hard-fought battles, though he had scores of quarrels, for he scared his opponents by the suddenness and the intensity of his rage, which was fairly demoniacal in fury.   "You touch me and I'll kill you," he said in a low voice to the fat boy whose leg he had jabbed, and his bloodless face and blazing eyes caused the boy to leap frenziedly away. He carried a big knife, his playmates discovered, and no one, not even youths grown to man's stature, cared to attempt violence with him. One lad, struck with a stone from his cunning right hand, was carried home in a carriage. Another, being thrown by one convulsive effort, fell upon his arm, breaking it at the elbow. In less than a week every boy in Rock River knew something of Harry Excell's furious temper, and had learned that it was safer to be friend than enemy to him.   He had his partisans, too, for his was a singularly attractive nature when not enraged. He was a hearty, buoyant playmate, and a good scholar five days out of six, but he demanded a certain consideration at all times. An accidental harm he bore easily, but an intentional injury--that was flame to powder.   The teachers in the public school each had him in turn, as he ran rapidly up the grades. They all admired him unreservedly, but most of them were afraid of him, so that he received no more decisive check than at home. He was subject to no will but his own.   The principal was a kind and scholarly old man, who could make a boy cry with remorse and shame by his Christlike gentleness, and Harold also wept in his presence, but that did not prevent him from fairly knocking out the brains of the next boy who annoyed him. In his furious, fickle way he often defended his chums or smaller boys, so that it was not easy to condemn him entirely.   There were rumors from the first Monday after Harold's pin-sticking exploit that the minister had "lively sessions" with his boy. The old sexton privately declared that he heard muffled curses and shrieks and the sound of blows rising from the cellar of the parsonage--but this story was hushed on his lips. The boy admittedly needed thrashing, but the deacons of the church would rather not have it known that the minister used the rod himself.   The rumors of the preacher's stern measures softened the judgment of some of the townspeople, who shifted some of the blame of the son to the shoulders of the sire. Harry called his father "the minister," and seemed to have no regard for him beyond a certain respect for his physical strength. When boys came by and raised the swimming sign he replied, "Wait till I ask 'the minister.'" This was considered "queer" in him.   He ignored his stepmother completely, but tormented his sister Maud in a thousand impish ways. He disarranged her neatly combed hair. He threw mud on her dress and put carriage grease on her white stockings on picnic day. He called her "chiny-thing," in allusion to her pretty round cheeks and clear complexion, and yet he loved her and would instantly fight for her, and no one else dared tease her or utter a word to annoy her. She was fourteen years of age when Mr. Excell came to town, and at sixteen considered herself a young lady. As suitors began to gather about her, they each had a vigorous trial to undergo with Harold; it was indeed equivalent to running the gantlet. Maud was always in terror of him on the evenings...