| TO FACE PAGE |
| Sure Enough, There They Were, Twenty-five or Thirty Indians. | [Frontispiece] |
| In Camp at Quindaro. The Poem of “The Kansas Emigrants.” | [34] |
| The Yankee Emigrant. | [54] |
| Oscar was put up High on the Stump of a Tree, and, Violin in Hand, “Raised the Tune.” | [60] |
| The Polls at Libertyville. the Woburn Man is “Hoisted” Over the Cabin. | [70] |
| The Settlers’ First Home in the Deserted Cabin. | [90] |
| Younkins Argued that Settlers were Entitled to all they Could Get and Hold. | [102] |
| Sandy Seized a Huge Piece of the Freshly-Turned Sod, and Waving It Over His Head Cried, “Three Cheers for the First Sod of Bleeding Kansas!” | [106] |
| Making “Shakes” with a “Frow.” | [128] |
| Filling in the Chinks in the Walls of the Log-cabin. | [142] |
| Lost! | [146] |
| They were Feasting Themselves on One of the Delicious Watermelons that now so Plentifully Dotted their Own Corn-field. | [160] |
| He Gently Touched the Animal with the Toe of His Boot and Cried, “All by My Own Self.” | [176] |
| A Great Disaster. | [188] |
| The Retreat to Battles’s. | [194] |
| “Home, Sweet Home.” | [204] |