Excerpts from the Book 'Bulldog Carney':

... the evening as the great sun swept down over the rolling prairie to the west and sometimes the full-faced moon, topping the poplar bluffs to the east, ...
... the old Winnipeg trail ran approximately ten or twelve miles east of the railroad south for a hundred miles or more where it crossed a trail running ...
... hand and cut across the prairie straight west by morning he would reach steel the train leaving Edmonton would come along about ten, and he would ...
... none the worse.. I'll see you in hell first. A Mounted Policeman doesn't compromise with a horse thief-with a skunk who steals a working girl's ...
... in the morning. There ain't much chance they'd listen to you if you put up a holler that you were Sergeant Heath-they'd laugh at you, but if they ...
... the head office of this delightful trading company in Vancouver. This endeavor ran along smoothly, for the whole mining West was one gigantic union, ...
... shelf behind the bar ticked off the seconds in the heavy quiet and in a far corner the piping of a stray cricket sounded like the drool of a pfirrari. There ...
... am I to do, Bulldog. I can't peach, can I-not on Seth-not while I'm living with him. And he's been kind of good to me, too. He ain't-well, once I ...
... investigated.. The Wolf laughed derisively. What're you doin' here, Sergeant-why ain't you out on the trail chasin' Bulldog Carney.. The Sergeant ...
... of sweaters on under that corduroy jacket to make him look big.. Carney laughed. That explains something. When I pushed my fist against his stomach ...
... dark and the gleaming lights of the Del Monte Saloon were throwing their radiancy out into the street, he put the bridle on his buckskin and rode to ...
... to the side of the table, and called for a drink. It was a curiously diversified interest that centered on this play of the uncouth Texas. Iron Jaw ...
... to a gentle pull at his coatsleeve, he heard the latter whisper, Stake holder for my sake. That was all. Then the crowd swarmed back to the table ...
... tomorrow your safe won't be big enough to hold it. But, say, don't let that Texas brayin' ass have no more booze.. If you ask me, Blake, ...
... and a little cordon of men in cavalry uniform had Texas in the centre of a guarding circle. Carney, on his knees beside the boy, was guarding ...
... was again feeding and Carney, shaking oh the lethargy of his broken sleep, gathered some dried stunted bushes, and, building a little fire, made a pot ...
... a dozen mouths that her brother Harry Harry the waster, the no-good, the gambler had been found to be the man who had murdered returning miners on ...
... backs to the bar. No one spoke almost absolute stillness hung in the air for five seconds. Half the men in the room had drawn, but no one pulled a ...
... or a train dog that had escaped. Even a fanciful weird thought entered Carney's mind that the murderer might be on terms of dominion over this ...
... Coorg and Pudukkottai published by British museologist Edgar Thurston and K. Rangachari in 1909.W G Kingston : The Seven Champions Of ChristendomVirgil ...