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The Lost Trail by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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mostly to breadth. His short legs bowed outward at the knees, and a
curve seemed necessary in order to preserve the harmony of general
expanse.

His face was very wide, the small twinkling eyes fax apart, and the
funny pug nose inclined in the same direction. His neck was short,
and hair long and thick. His dress was similar to that worn by Jack
Carleton, except that everything, even to the shoes, were of the
coarsest possible nature.

Jacob Relstaub, the father of Otto, was not merely penurious, but he
was miserly and mean. Jack Carleton knew him so well that he was
certain there would be serious trouble with the lad if he showed
himself in the little frontier town without the valuable horse which
had run away and swam the river.

There was one respect in which the dress of the German differed from
that of the American. Instead of wearing a cap, he was furnished
with a hat something similar to those seen in some portions of the
Tyrol. It had a brim of moderate width, and the crown gradually
tapered until it attained a height of six inches, where it ended in
it point. The thrifty mother possessed a secret of imparting a
stiffness to the head gear which caused it to keep its shape, except
when limp from moisture.

Such youths as Otto and Jack are always blessed with the most
vigorous appetites, but they had eaten during the afternoon and were
well content to wait until the morrow. As for Deerfoot, it made
little difference to him whether he had partaken since the rising of
the sun, for he had been taught from his infancy to hold every
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