Connie Morgan in the Fur Country

Connie Morgan in the Fur Country

James B. Hendryx

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Connie Morgan in the Fur Country by James B. Hendryx

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I.-Dog, or Wolf? 1

II.-'Merican Joe 17

III.-Nerve 32

IV.-Brass 49

V.-The Plague Flag in the Sky 76

VI.-At the End of René's Trail 95

VII.-At Fort Norman 111

VIII.-Bait-and a Bear 123

IX.-Out on the Trap Line 138

X.-The Trail of the Carcajo 149

XI.-The Caribou Hunt 168

XII.-The Trail in the Snow 184

XIII.-At the Camp of the Hooch-Runners 200

XIV.-The Passing of Black Moran 216

XV.-Setting the Fox Traps 238

XVI.-The Voice from the Hill 254

XVII.-The-Lake-of-the-Fox-That-Yells 269

XVIII.-The Man in the Cave 290

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"For there, Standing Close beside the Fire, his Head and Huge Shoulders Thrust into the Doorway, his Eyes Gleaming like Live Coals, Stood the Great Grey Leader of the Wolf Pack"

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"In the Whirling Blizzard, without Protection of Timber, One Place was as Good as Another to Camp, and while the Indian Busied himself with the Dogs, Connie Proceeded to Dig a Trench in the Snow"

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