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Title: Bushy : a romance founded on fact
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Alden, Cynthia May Westover, 1862-
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life -- Rocky Mountains Rocky Mountains -- Fiction
Publisher: New York : Morse
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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d findhim. By sliding and jumping and rolling, Bushy final-ly reached Tom and Rover, and then, after shehad put on her stockings and moccasins, slowlyand carefully they descended. When they were about to give up the hunt theycame plump upon the sheeps soft body all in a heapwhere the horns had checked it by catching on tosome low brush. Tom laughed and so did Bushy. They were ashappy as two little children over her success. Bythe aid of the lariat the sheep was lowered down thesteepest places, and at other times they bound iton to two sticks and dragged it over the roughrocks without tearing the skin the least bit. Ittook them four hours to reach the foot of the moun-tains and get into the path that led directly withoutobstruction into the camp. Now, Tom, carry him, said Bushy, and I willtake the firearms and ropes. So Tom, with Bushyshelp, got the body thrown across his shoulders, andgrasping the fore-feet in one hand and the hind-feetin the other he bravely got over the quarter of a
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THOSE ARE THE HORNS FOR ME, SHE SAID, AND FIRED WHENTHE SHEEP WAS IN MID-AIR. TH imfrnn-.iTirr--mT BUSHY 131 mile. He threw the sheep down before Mr. Sukoltand Shanks with the exclamation, You are in forit, boys. Bushy has won the day. She goes toschool, Shanks, at your expense for a year. Mr. Sukolt cried, Bravo for the Queen of theMountains ! Tom, you must be a ninny to have lether beat you. I am, he said, my back is almost broken andmy head feels balder than ever. No wig, no glory,and out of pocket a lot of gold-dust for jewelry.His pretended disappointment set them all laugh-ing, and the rest of the evening was spent in pre-paring the skin for mounting, eating delicious steakat supper, and Hstening to Bushys account ofhow she allowed Tom to go directly away from thesheep while she advanced toward them. Tomdidnt mind a joke at his own expense and laughedas heartily as the rest over his discomfiture. CHAPTER XVII The supply-wagons are ten days late, said Mr.Sukolt, anxiously; and I

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