A classic of historical literature, Boys’ Book of Frontier Fighters is a thrilling collection of stories that cover the legacy of American fighters and their successes in defending themselves and their country. With stories spanning from the late 1600s to the 1800s, Sabin depicts in detail the willpower and bravery of the men and women who fought for America; from its founding as a country to the days of the Wild West. From the plains and prairies to the mountains and forests, enjoy tales of the people who fought to make this great country what it is today. With masterful prose, Edwin L. Sabin paints a picture of the early days of America and the warriors who took it upon themselves to defend this country. Their sacrifices are inspiring and exciting—and a dynamic part of our country’s history. Boys’ Book of Frontier Fighters shares a part of America’s past that should be read, celebrated, and never forgotten.

Excerpt from Boys' Book of Frontier Fighters These are stories Of bravery and Of pluck amidst great Odds. In many of the stories victory was won by the aid of powder, ball and steel, used manfully. In others it was won by sheer nerve and wit alone - for a good fighter fights with his heart and head as fully as with his hands. Americans have always been great fighters, when called upon to fight in self-defense. They never quit until they are killed or triumphant; and although many may be killed, those they leave press forward again. In France the Americans never gave up an inch. We Americans of to-day, looking back, may be proud not only of the part played by our blood in the World War, but likewise Of the part it played in the days when, rifle in hand, we were hewing the peace trail in our own country. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

These are stories of bravery and of pluck amidst great odds. In many of the stories victory was won by the aid of powder, ball and steel, used manfully. In others it was won by sheer nerve and wit alone-for a good fighter fights with his heart and head as fully as with his hands.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1919 edition. Excerpt: ... sidled along, until they could tell their partners. "I'll go," Fat Bear's spunky brother agreed at once. "If they try to catch us we'll fight 'em off with clubs and rocks. Who's afraid of the old men? We'll make their tongues hang out." "I'll go, you bet," agreed the fourth, also. "My folks need me. I'm sick of playing Injun." "Well, we'll all lie down to sleep; and in the middle of the night I'll wake you up," proposed Buck Elk. "Sure?" "Sure. Now don't let's talk any more." At dark the camp went to bed. The two old Indians were sound sleepers. About midnight Buck Elk softly turned; he had not slept a wink. He nudged the next boy, the next boy nudged the next, and the nudge was passed on. They softly slipped, one after another, from their blankets. The two old Indians never stirred. In the star-light the four hastily grabbed what food they could; and leaving White Eagle and Singing Bird lying there they tiptoed away, on their silent moccasins, into the forest. Fat Bear led. He was a good woodsman. Soon they ran; and they ran and walked fast until daylight, traveling with their backs to the North Star. Then the sun guided them, until about noon, when they had to stop and rest. "How far, you think?" panted the fourth boy. "Twenty-five miles, I guess. We'd better cover our trail and hide. Come on. Follow me," bade crafty Fat Bear. They stepped on rocks and logs, swung from tree to tvee, and dropped down among bushes. That was an anxious afternoon. One kept watch while the others slept. They took turns watching and listening. They heard not a sound of the pursuit. Except for the birds and squirrels the forest was quiet. Their hearts beat hopefully. But...

"[...] "My brave boys, if you are willing, we shall march on across to Poppasquash and see whether we may not catch some of those enemy Indians," he said. March they did, through the thickets and swamps of the base of the main point, to enter the upper part of the Poppasquash Neck. Here the captain sent forward Lightfoot the Sogkonate, with three other Indians, to scout. Lightfoot took with him, as one, a Wampanoag of King Phillip's defeated army, named Nathaniel. He explained that Nathaniel knew the signals of the Annawan band, and would be a good decoy.[...]".