Now he would become an avid conservationist in the early days of that movement, a change that would lead indirectly to his death 13 years later.

This carefully crafted ebook collection is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents: James Oliver Curwood (1878-1927) was an American action-adventure writer and conservationist. His adventure writing followed in the tradition of Jack London. Like London, Curwood set many of his works in the wilds of the Great White North. He often took trips to the Canadian northwest which provided the inspiration for his wilderness adventure stories. At least eighteen movies have been based on or inspired by Curwood's novels and short stories. Novels The Wolf Hunters The Gold Hunters Kazan Baree, Son of Kazan The Courage of Captain Plum The Danger Trail The Honor of the Big Snows Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police The Flower of the North Isobel God's Country and the Woman The Hunted Woman The Grizzly King The Courage of Marge O'Doone Nomads of the North The River's End The Valley of Silent Men The Golden Snare The Flaming Forest The Country Beyond The Alaskan A Gentleman of Courage The Ancient Highway The Black Hunter The Plains of Abraham Short Stories Back to God's Country (Wapi the Walrus) The Yellow-Back The Fiddling Man L'ange The Case of Beauvais The Other Man's Wife The Strength of Men The Match The Honor of Her People Bucky Severn His First Penitent Peter God The Mouse The First People Thomas Jefferson Brown Other Works The Great Lakes God's Country – The Trail to Happiness

There are not many who will remember him as Thomas Jefferson Brown. For ten years he had been mildly ashamed of himself, and out of respect for people who were dead, and for a dozen or so who were living, he had the good taste to drop his last name. The fact that it was only Brown didn't matter. "Tack Thomas Jefferson to Brown," he said, "and you've got a name that sticks!" It had an aristocratic sound; and Thomas Jefferson, with the Brown cut off, was still aristocratic, when you came to count the red corpuscles in him. In some sort of way he was related to two dead Presidents, three dead army officers, a living college professor, and a few common people. He was legitimately born to the purple, but fate had sent him off on a curious ricochet in a game all of its own, and changed him from Thomas Jefferson Brown into just plain Thomas Jefferson without the Brown. He was one of those specimens who, when you meet them, somehow make you feel there are a few lost kings of the earth, as well as lost lambs. He was what we called a "first-sighter"—that is, you liked him the instant you looked at him. You knew without further acquaintance that he was a man whom you could trust with your money, your friendship—anything you had. He was big, with a wholesome brown face, blond hair, and gray eyes that seemed always to be laughing and twinkling, even when he was hungry. He carried about with him a load of cheerfulness so big that it was constantly spilling over on other people. There was a time when Thomas Jefferson Brown had little white cards with his name on them. That was when he went to college, and his lungs weren't so good. It was then that some big doctor told him that if he wanted to live to have grandchildren, the best thing for him to do was to "tramp it" for a time—live out of doors, sleep out of doors, do nothing but breathe fresh air and walk. That doctor was Fate, playing his game behind a pair of spectacles and a bumpy forehead. He saved Thomas Jefferson Brown, all right; but he turned him into plain Thomas Jefferson. For Thomas Jefferson Brown never got over taking his medicine. He kept on tramping. He got big and broad and happy. Somewhere, perhaps in a barn, he caught a microbe that made him dislike ordinary work. He would set to and help a farmer saw wood all day, just for company and grub; but you couldn't hire him to go into an office, or settle down to anything steady, for twenty-five dollars a day. He had a scientific name for the thing that was in him—thewanderlust bug, I think he called it; and he said it was better than the Chinese lady-bugs that the government imports to save California fruit. The nearest Thomas Jefferson ever came to going back to Thomas Jefferson Brown was when he took a job at braking on the Southern Pacific. That held him for three, days less than two weeks.

DigiCat presents to you this unique and meticulously edited western collection: Novels The Wolf Hunters The Gold Hunters Kazan Baree, Son of Kazan The Courage of Captain Plum The Danger Trail The Honor of the Big Snows Philip Steele of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police The Flower of the North Isobel God's Country and the Woman The Hunted Woman The Grizzly King The Courage of Marge O'Doone Nomads of the North The River's End The Valley of Silent Men The Golden Snare The Flaming Forest The Country Beyond Short Stories Back to God's Country (Wapi the Walrus) The Yellow-Back The Fiddling Man L'ange The Case of Beauvais The Other Man's Wife The Strength of Men The Match The Honor of Her People Bucky Severn His First Penitent Peter God The Mouse The First People Thomas Jefferson Brown Other Works The Great Lakes God's Country – The Trail to Happiness James Oliver Curwood (1878-1927) was an American action-adventure writer and conservationist. His adventure writing followed in the tradition of Jack London. Like London, Curwood set many of his works in the wilds of the Great White North. He often took trips to the Canadian northwest which provided the inspiration for his wilderness adventure stories. At least eighteen movies have been based on or inspired by Curwood's novels and short stories.

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