File:The boy scouts on the range (1911) (14569126049).jpg

Identifier: boyscoutsonrange00pays (find matches)
Title: The boy scouts on the range
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Payson, Howard, 1879-1917
Subjects:
Publisher: New York, Hurst & company
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
sh, there had 218 BOY SCOUTS ON THE RANGE suddenly lumbered the half-legendary monarchof the Santa Catapinas. It was Silver Tip, the giant grizzly! For asecond the monsters small, piglike eyes glared inblank astonishment at the encounter. He washunting honey, and this sudden meeting with awhite boy in the wildest part of his own particu-lar domain evidently had struck him in a heap,so to speak. The next instant, however, the expression ofhis wicked little optics changed to one of activemalevolence. He swung his great bulk sav-agely about—like the giant heavings and sway-ings of a picketed elephant. The small spot ofsnow-white hair that gave him his name shoneout on his dark, shaggy hide Hke a bulls-eye. Itwas right over his heart. If Rob had had a rifle,he could have pierced it as unerringly as a target. But the lad was weaponless, and almost un-conscious from fatigue and exhaustion. Indeed,delirium had been dangerously near when SilverTip came lumbering into the clearing. The sight
Text Appearing After Image:
With a crazy yell, the boy leaped to his feet and rushed straight athis monstrous shaggy opponent. TIE Kiv YtPUBLIC LIBRARY AST®K, i.ENOXTTLDEN FOUiNDATlONS IN THE CLUTCHES OF THE GRIZZLY 219 of the monster had tipped the dehcatcly adjustedbalance. With a crazy yell, the boy leaped to his feetand rushed straight at his monstrous shaggy op-ponent. In sheer astonishment, Silver Tip rearedhis immense bulk upward. Ha, ha! Ill kill you, you old thief, you oldmurderer! yelled Rob deliriously, as he hurledhis slight form straight against the monstroushairy tower of rugged strength. The great forepaws—armed with claws assharp and heavy as chilled-steel chisels—ex-tended. In another instant the lad would havebeen in the monsters death grip, w^hen an inter-vention, as sudden as it was unexpected, oc-curred. CHAPTER XVIII. THK INDIAN AGKNT. From the dense surrounding clumps of cha-parral there had suddenly emerged the figure of atall, bearded man, with keen blue eyes and a strik-ing air of

Note About Images