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Title: Bruvver Jim's Baby

Author: Philip Verrill Mighels

Release Date: August 27, 2005 [EBook #16608]

Language: English

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BRUVVER JIM'S BABY

BY

PHILIP VERRILL MIGHELS

NEW YORK AND LONDON

HARPER & BROTHERS

PUBLISHERS MCMIV

Copyright, 1904, by HARPER & BROTHERS.

_All rights reserved._

Published May, 1904.

This Volume is

Dedicated, with much affection, to

My Mother

CONTENTS

I. A MIGHTY LITTLE HUNTER
II. JIM MAKES DISCOVERIES
III. THE WAY TO MAKE A DOLL
IV. PLANNING A NEW CELEBRATION
V. VISITORS AT THE CABIN
VI. THE BELL FOR CHURCH
VII. THE SUNDAY HAPPENINGS
VIII. OLD JIM DISTRAUGHT
IX. THE GUILTY MISS DOC
X. PREPARATIONS FOR CHRISTMAS
XI. TROUBLES AND DISCOVERIES
XII. THE MAKING OF A CHRISTMAS-TREE
XIII. THEIR CHRISTMAS-DAY
XIV. "IF ONLY I HAD THE RESOLUTION"
XV. THE GOLD IN BOREALIS
XVI. ARRIVALS IN CAMP
XVII. SKEEZUCKS GETS A NAME
XVIII. WHEN THE PARSON DEPARTED
XIX. OLD JIM'S RESOLUTION
XX. IN THE TOILS OF THE BLIZZARD
XXI. A BED IN THE SNOW
XXII. CLEANING THEIR SLATE
XXIII. A DAY OF JOY

BRUVVER JIM'S BABY

CHAPTER I

A MIGHTY LITTLE HUNTER

It all commenced that bright November day of the Indian rabbit drive
and hunt. The motley army of the Piute tribe was sweeping tremendously
across a sage-brush valley of Nevada, their force two hundred braves in
number. They marched abreast, some thirty yards apart, and formed a
line that was more than two miles long.

The spectacle presented was wonderful to see. Red, yellow, and indigo
in their blankets and trappings, the hunters dotted out a line of color
as far as sight could reach. Through the knee-high brush they swept
ahead like a firing-line of battle, their guns incessantly booming,
their advance never halted, their purpose as grim and inexorable as
fate itself. Indeed, Death, the Reaper, multiplied two-hundred-fo