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CONTENTS.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
TWO OF THE TYRANTS. 11
CHAPTER II.
FLORA BRADFORD. 21
CHAPTER III.
ON THE DEFENSIVE. 32
CHAPTER IV.
WHO IS MASTER. 44
CHAPTER V.
A BATTLE AT LONG RANGE. 55
CHAPTER VI.
SQUIRE FISHLEY. 66
CHAPTER VII.
AFTER MIDNIGHT. 77
CHAPTER VIII.
MISS LARRABEE'S LETTER. 88
CHAPTER IX.
THE HUNGRY RUNAWAY. 99
CHAPTER X.
WHAT SIM GWYNN WANTED TO SEE ME FOR. 110
CHAPTER XI.
BUILDING THE RAFT. 121
CHAPTER XII.
SQUIRE FISHLEY MAKES IT RIGHT. 132
CHAPTER XIII.
NEAR UNTO DEATH. 143
CHAPTER XIV.
WHO ROBBED THE MAIL. 154
CHAPTER XV.
THE DEPARTURE. 166
CHAPTER XVI.
DOWN THE RIVER. 178
CHAPTER XVII.
NIGHT ON THE RIVER. 189
CHAPTER XVIII.
AT THE MOUTH OF THE OHIO. 201
CHAPTER XIX.
AFTER THE EXPLOSION. 212
CHAPTER XX.
EMILY GOODRIDGE. 223
CHAPTER XXI.
FLORA AND HER PATIENT. 234
CHAPTER XXII.
THE END OF THE VOYAGE. 245
CHAPTER XXIII.
CLARENCE BRADFORD. 256
CHAPTER XXIV.
UP THE RIVER. 268
CHAPTER XXV.
TWO HOURS IN JAIL. 279
CHAPTER XXVI.
CONCLUSION. 290
DOWN THE RIVER:
OR,
BUCK BRADFORD AND HIS TYRANTS.
CHAPTER I.
TWO OF THE TYRANTS.
"Here, Buck Bradford, black my boots, and be quick about it."
That was what Ham Fishley said to me.
"Black them yourself!"
That was what I said to Ham Fishley.
Neither of us was gentlemanly, nor even civil. I shall not apologize for
myself, and certainly not for Ham, though he inherited his mean,
tyrannical disposition from both his father and his mother. If he had
civilly asked me to black his boots, I would have done it. If he had
just told me that he was going to a party, that he was a little late,
and asked me if I would assist him, I would have jumped over his head to
oblige him, though he was three inches taller than I was. I am willing
to go a step farther. If this had been the first, or even the twentieth,
time that Ham had treated me in this shabby manner, I would have
submitted. For three years he had been going on from bad to worse, till
he seemed to regard me not only as a dog, but as the meanest sort of a
dog, whom he could kick and cuff at pleasure.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
TWO OF THE TYRANTS. 11
CHAPTER II.
FLORA BRADFORD. 21
CHAPTER III.
ON THE DEFENSIVE. 32
CHAPTER IV.
WHO IS MASTER. 44
CHAPTER V.
A BATTLE AT LONG RANGE. 55
CHAPTER VI.
SQUIRE FISHLEY. 66
CHAPTER VII.
AFTER MIDNIGHT. 77
CHAPTER VIII.
MISS LARRABEE'S LETTER. 88
CHAPTER IX.
THE HUNGRY RUNAWAY. 99
CHAPTER X.
WHAT SIM GWYNN WANTED TO SEE ME FOR. 110
CHAPTER XI.
BUILDING THE RAFT. 121
CHAPTER XII.
SQUIRE FISHLEY MAKES IT RIGHT. 132
CHAPTER XIII.
NEAR UNTO DEATH. 143
CHAPTER XIV.
WHO ROBBED THE MAIL. 154
CHAPTER XV.
THE DEPARTURE. 166
CHAPTER XVI.
DOWN THE RIVER. 178
CHAPTER XVII.
NIGHT ON THE RIVER. 189
CHAPTER XVIII.
AT THE MOUTH OF THE OHIO. 201
CHAPTER XIX.
AFTER THE EXPLOSION. 212
CHAPTER XX.
EMILY GOODRIDGE. 223
CHAPTER XXI.
FLORA AND HER PATIENT. 234
CHAPTER XXII.
THE END OF THE VOYAGE. 245
CHAPTER XXIII.
CLARENCE BRADFORD. 256
CHAPTER XXIV.
UP THE RIVER. 268
CHAPTER XXV.
TWO HOURS IN JAIL. 279
CHAPTER XXVI.
CONCLUSION. 290
DOWN THE RIVER:
OR,
BUCK BRADFORD AND HIS TYRANTS.
CHAPTER I.
TWO OF THE TYRANTS.
"Here, Buck Bradford, black my boots, and be quick about it."
That was what Ham Fishley said to me.
"Black them yourself!"
That was what I said to Ham Fishley.
Neither of us was gentlemanly, nor even civil. I shall not apologize for
myself, and certainly not for Ham, though he inherited his mean,
tyrannical disposition from both his father and his mother. If he had
civilly asked me to black his boots, I would have done it. If he had
just told me that he was going to a party, that he was a little late,
and asked me if I would assist him, I would have jumped over his head to
oblige him, though he was three inches taller than I was. I am willing
to go a step farther. If this had been the first, or even the twentieth,
time that Ham had treated me in this shabby manner, I would have
submitted. For three years he had been going on from bad to worse, till
he seemed to regard me not only as a dog, but as the meanest sort of a
dog, whom he could kick and cuff at pleasure.
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