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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1883 edition. Excerpt: ...on the puncheon entrance and received in reply the challenge: " Who's thar?" "A white friend," Billy replied. At this the door was opened and by the light of a large fire blazing on the ample hearth, there was disclosed to his astonished gaze eight characters whose faces would have been an admirable study for the horrible-loving Dore. It was not only villainy pictured on their fea tures, but an iniquity of human nature which might find comparison only in the darkest caverns of Hades, wherein sit the most hideous deformities of vicious wickedness. Long, grizzled beards, blearing eyes, flaring and beaked noses, mouths like caves of despair, dark complexions, massive forms and bell-mouthed, deep, portentious voices. Two of these faces Billy had seen before and knew they were worn by men discharged from the employ of the Overland Stage Company; further than this, intuition admonished him that he had struck a den of horsethieves. " Come in, don't be back'ard," was the invitation extended, and appreciating the situation Billy had to appear at ease in order to conceal his real anxiety. " Whar 're you from, and who's with you?" " Oh, I'm from down the country; been a bear hunting by myself and hearing the whinneying of one of your horses as I was going into camp for the night, thought I'd see who was around; so here I am." Billy delivered his information in a most unconcerned manner, though he could see serious trouble ahead unless he could get out of the thieves' clutches by some strateg.. "Well, whar's your hoss?' " I left him tied right down here a few hundred yards, where I was camping. If you don't object...