This is the tale of a wrong that rankled and a great revenge. It is not a moral story, nor yet, measured by the modern money code, is ...

Louis Mitchell knew what the telegram meant, even though it was brief and cryptic. He had been expecting something of the sort ever si...

The Mission House at Togiak stands forlornly on a wind-swept Alaskan spit, while huddled around it a swarm of dirt-covered "igloo...

The storm broke at Salmon Lake, and we ran for Slisco's road-house. It whipped out from the mountains, all tore into strips coming...

Pierre "Feroce" showed disapproval in his every attitude as plainly as disgust peered from the seams in his dark face; it lu...

Bailey smoked morosely as he scanned the dusty trail leading down across the "bottom" and away over the dry grey prairie tow...

Coming down coast from the Kotzebue country they stumbled onto the little camp in the early winter, and as there was food a plenty, of...

Up from the valley below came the throb of war drums, the faint rattle of shots, and the distant cries of painted horsemen charging. F...

On his way down-town Phillips stopped at a Subway news-stand and bought all the morning papers. He acknowledged that he was vastly exc...

"Most all the old quotations need fixing," said Joyce in tones forbidding dispute. "For instance, the guy that alluded ...

"There is but one remedy for your complaint." Doctor Suydam settled deeper into his chair. "Marry the girl." &...

It had snowed during the night, but toward morning it had grown cold; now the sled-runners complained and the load dragged heavily. Fo...

Big George was drinking, and the activities of the little Arctic mining camp were paralysed. Events invariably ceased their progress a...

Bill had finished panning the concentrates from our last clean-up, and now the silver ball of amalgam sizzled and fried on the shovel ...

The last place I locked wheels with Mike Butters was in Idaho. I'd just sold a silver-lead prospect and was proclaimin' my pro...

Mr. William Hyde was discharged from Deer Lodge Penitentiary a changed man. That was quite in line with the accepted theory of crimina...

"The science of salesmanship is quite as exact as the science of astronomy," said Mr. Gross, casting his eyes down the table...

I Should you chance, in crossing a certain mountain pass in southern Catalonia, to find yourself poised above a little valley agai...

Why he chose Buffalo Paul Anderson never knew, unless perhaps it had more newspapers than Bay City, Michigan, and because his ticket e...

Those marks on my arm? Oh! I got 'em playin' horse-thief. Yes, playin'. I wasn't a real one, you know--Well, I s'p...