The Texan Scouts. Joseph A. Altsheler

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       Joseph A. Altsheler

      The Texan Scouts

      A Story of the Alamo and Goliad

      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4057664629234

Table of Contents

       THE TEXAN SCOUTS

       CHAPTER I

       IN THE STORM

       CHAPTER II

       THE CAPTIVES

       CHAPTER III

       THE FIGHT WITH URREA

       CHAPTER IV

       THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

       CHAPTER V

       SANTA ANNA'S ADVANCE

       CHAPTER VI

       FOR FREEDOM'S SAKE

       CHAPTER VII

       THE HERALD OF ATTACK

       CHAPTER VIII

       IN THE ALAMO

       CHAPTER IX

       THE FLAG OF NO QUARTER

       CHAPTER X

       CROCKETT AND BOWIE

       CHAPTER XI

       THE DESPERATE DEFENCE

       CHAPTER XII

       BEFORE THE DICTATOR

       CHAPTER XIII

       TO THE LAST MAN

       CHAPTER XIV

       THE NEWS OF THE FALL

       CHAPTER XV

       IN ANOTHER TRAP

       CHAPTER XVI

       FANNIN'S CAMP

       CHAPTER XVII

       THE SAD SURRENDER

       CHAPTER XVIII

       THE BLACK TRAGEDY

       CHAPTER XIX

       THE RACE FOR THE BOAT

       CHAPTER XX

       THE CRY FOR VENGEANCE

      FOREWORD

      "The Texan Scouts," while a complete story in itself, continues the fortunes of Ned Fulton and his friends, who were the central characters in "The Texan Star."

THE TEXAN SCOUTS

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CHAPTER I

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IN THE STORM

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      The horseman rode slowly toward the west, stopping once or twice to examine the wide circle of the horizon with eyes that were trained to note every aspect of the wilderness. On his right the plains melted away in gentle swell after swell, until they met the horizon. Their brown surface was broken only by the spiked and thorny cactus and stray bits of chaparral.

      On his left was the wide bed of a river which flowed through the sand, breaking here and there into several streams, and then reuniting, only to scatter its volume a hundred yards further into three or four channels. A bird of prey flew on strong wing over the water, dipped and then rose again, but there was no other sign of life. Beyond, the country southward rolled away, gray and bare, sterile and desolate.

      The horseman looked most often into the south. His glances into the north were few and brief, but his eyes dwelled long on the lonely land that lay beyond the yellow current. His was an attractive face. He was young, only a boy, but the brow