Illustrations
By Frederic Dorr Steele and L. Maynard Dixon
| By one desperate leap he shook himself clear. (Page 263.) | [Frontispiece] |
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| There were many heavy wagons. | [6] |
| For many weary months Skipper pulled that crazy cart. | [24] |
| He would do his best to steady them down to the work. | [130] |
| Then let him snake a truck down West Street. | [144] |
| "Come, boy. Come, Pasha," insisted the man on the ground. | [266] |
| Mr. Dave kept his seat in the saddle more by force of muscular habit than anything else. | [268] |
SKIPPER
BEING THE BIOGRAPHY OF A BLUE-RIBBONER
At the age of six Skipper went on the force. Clean of limb and sound of wind he was, with not a blemish from the tip of his black tail to the end of his crinkly forelock. He had been broken to saddle by a Green Mountain boy who knew more of horse nature than of the trashy things writ in books. He gave Skipper kind words and an occasional friendly pat on the flank. So Skipper's disposition was sweet and his nature a trusting one.