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Reproduction of the original: Blazed Trail Stories by Steward Edward White
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Reproduction of the original: Blazed Trail Stories by Steward Edward White
A wonderful collection of short stories, featuring the following:THE RIVERMAN,THE FOREMAN,THE SCALER,THE RIVER-BOSS,THE FIFTH WAY,THE LIFE OF THE WINDS OF HEAVEN,THE GIRL WHO GOT RATTLED,BILLY'S TENDERFOOT,THE TWO CARTRIDGES,THE RACE,THE SAVING GRACE,THE PROSPECTOR,THE GIRL IN RED.
I first met him one Fourth of July afternoon in the middle eighties. The sawdust streets and high board sidewalks of the lumber town were filled to the brim with people. The permanent population, dressed in the stiffness of its Sunday best, escorted gingham wives or sweethearts; a dozen outsiders like myself tried not to be too conspicuous in a city smartness; but the great multitude was composed of the men of the woods. I sat, chairtilted by the hotel, watching them pass. Their heavy woollen shirts crossed by the broad suspenders, the red of their sashes or leather shine of their belts, their short kersey trousers "stagged" off to leave a gap between the knee and the heavily spiked "cork boots"-all these were distinctive enough of their class, but most interesting to me were the eyes that peered from beneath their little round hats tilted rakishly askew. They were all subtly alike, those eyes. Some were black, some were brown, or gray, or blue, but all were steady and unabashed, all looked straight at you with a strange humorous blending of aggression and respect for your own business, and all without exception wrinkled at the corners with a suggestion of dry humor. In my half-conscious scrutiny I probably stared harder than I knew, for all at once a laughing pair of the blue eyes suddenly met mine full, and an ironical voice drawled,