know, to each and every boy who feels a choke in his throat when he
reads the closing lines of "In Memory," I say, I have a choke in my
throat too, and I am silently clutching your hand, for that red boy has
crossed the Big Divide and gone to the Happy Hunting Grounds and the
white boy is saying Farewell._

The Author




CONTENTS

I. An Arrival 1

II. A Surprise 13

III. Mystery 26

IV. Solution 39

V. Bunk-House Talk 51

VI. Boots 66

VII. Education and Other Things 77

VIII. Injun Talks 87

IX. Fish-Hooks and Hooky 115