specialist, Young Lochinvar, is still there and so likewise is
Casabianca, the total loss; and as I said before, I ran across
Excelsior three times.

Just here the other day, when I was preparing the material for
this little book, I happened upon an advertisement in a New York
paper of an auction sale of a collection of so-called dime novels,
dating back to the old Beadle's Boy's Library in the early eighties
and coming on down through the years into the generation when Nick
and Old Cap were succeeding some of the earlier favorites. I
read off a few of the leading titles upon the list:

Bronze Jack, the California Thoroughbred; or, The Lost City of the
Basaltic Buttes. A strange story of a desperate adventure after
fortune in the weird, wild Apache land. By Albert W. Aiken.

Tombstone Dick, the Train Pilot; or, The Traitor's Trail. A story
of the Arizona Wilds. By Ned Buntline.

The Tarantula of Taos; or, Giant George's Revenge. A tale of
Sardine-box City, Arizona. By Major Sam S. (Buckskin Sam) Hall.

Redtop Rube, the Vigilante Prince; or, The Black Regulators of
Arizona. By Major E. L. St. Vrain.

Old Grizzly Adams, the Bear Tamer; or, The Monarch of the Mountains.

Deadly Eye and the Prairie Rover.

Arizona Joe, the Boy Pard of Texas Jack.