| Swaying Backward, He Fell into the Upbanked Wall of Snow, and Went Out of Sight, Except for His Boots, One of Which Still Held the Crude Snowshoe | Frontispiece |
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| This Was the Supreme Test for His Never Proven Endurance. And He Was All but Vanquished | 22 |
| On All the Four Winds Breathed Voices Whispering of His Future | 82 |
| Out of the Gray Fog Burned Dusky Eyes Half Veiled By Dusky Hair—“Emihiyah Comes,” She Said. “Siena Waits,” He Replied | 108 |
| Alone on a Ridge of Rising Ground Yaqui Faced the Back Trail and Watched with Falcon Eyes | 114 |
| Yaqui Knew that Never Again Would He See His Wife and Baby—Never Hear From Them—Never Know What Became of Them | 146 |
| Twice She Started Forward, Only to Hang Back | 176 |
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