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Nora journeyed to Arizona ana found Mr. Morgan going in for drink and devilment. Larry was carrying on with gun-smugglers. Some black villains (including Injun Pete) were getting Mr. Morgan's ranch away from him, simply because he had no good woman to be good and happy for. All the kindhearted cowboys cheered when Nora, with her dear smile and heart of gold, helped Mr. Morgan save his inheritance and married him. Larry repented of his bad ways, just before he was shot...
...Sawyer cave -a cave which Jesse James and his many men had also used. "Where," asked the General with reverence, "did Tom Sawyer find the opening out on to the river bank?" "We're coming to it," answered the guide. "But right here is where he found Injun Joe's gold. . . Yes, sir, the James" boys hid right here in this here cave, and there's the very place they killed two of the detectives that came a lookin' for them. . . . And right here is where the James boys buried them two detectives at, one atop...
Bill Hart, according to the latest reports has decided to turn his attention form moving pictures to the creation of litters. Two books for boys, "Injun and Whiter" and "Injun and Whiter Strike Out for Themselves, are the extent of his writing to date, but, freed from the necessity of continual careening over the Western plains, be expects an immediate increase in his literary output...
...Jackson does not have to follow Mr. Wood across the Pacific; he finds all the thrill he wants no further west than Coyotte Falls. There is a real Injun there, a survivor of the old literary race fast disappearing--a bad Injun who says "How" and knows the ghost dance song and has a great grey eagle to preside over his passing. Only there is no damsel this time...
...moment, as I stood before him like a timid deer, and then, in a mighty torrent of emotion, flung himself at my feet, exclaiming. "You air a cherubim, an' I ain't no pirick, but an' uncultered son o' the soil. Thet's wut I am, honest Injun! Will yer smile on me? Will yer lemme adore...