Adventure Magazine Cover — page 184: what you’re looking at

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174 | “Good ——! What was that?”, Kilgore smiled and shoulder. Above the crags to the right was rising a little cloud of dust. “Dynamite,” he said curtly. “I blew in the entrance to that damnable place.” Severn stared at him for a moment, wide- eyed. “But—but Esrun was there——” “T should jolly well’hope she was!” ex- ploded Kilgore. For the first time, Severn heard an oath fall from his lips. In a sudden passion Kilgore shook his fist at glanced over his Adventure the crags. “And let her stay there to eternity!” 3 Severn sat down, dropped his head into his hands, sat motionless. Five minutes later the two men stepped ashore. Kilgore ran to catch the horses. He unhobbled them, led them back to Severn. “Up with you!” he cried exultantly. “Free, man—free! Let’s gol” “Ves—let’s go!’’ echoed Severn in a firm voice. The two mounted and rode. . THE TRAIL TO TONOPAH by Lydia M. D. O’Neil - OLLOW the trail, the overland trail! = Out where the coyotes whimper and wail; Out where the wild canary trills Over the pifion-girded hills; Out where the cry of the western jay Rings through the valleys and far away; There you shall find her, a long, lone land— Nevada, gracious and great and grand, Rich of raiment and snowy of crown— Out in the land where the sun goes down! Follow the trail, the overland. trail, Out to the land where the vultures sail; Where the whir of wings in the purple dark Bespeaks the flight of the desert lark; Out to the land where the sagebrush grows Over the plains and the broad plateaus; Out to the lakes where the curlews call, And gulls and willets and wild geese brawl; Where the great owl hoots and the tall cliffs frown— Out to the land where the sun goes down! Follow the trail, the overland trail, Over the deserts wide and pale; Alkali-flat and mountains old, Aglow with silver, agleam with gold; Old as the world is, with strange, sweet charms, She shall fold you close in her mighty arms; nr You shall learn to know her and love her best Of all the daughters of all the West— Far Nevada, of fair renown— "The long, lone land where the sun goes down! EComichooks