Young Wild West at "Forbidden Pass"

An Excerpt from the book-

CHAPTER I.

THE ARRIVAL AT BIG BONANZA.

It was just about five o'clock in the afternoon of a cool day in autumn

when Young Wild West and his friends rode into a little mining camp

called Big Bonanza, which was situated in the heart of the range, known

as the Silver Bend Mountains, Nevada.

It was the first signs of anything like civilization that the party had

seen in two days, and though there were but half a dozen little shanties

in it, the sight of it was a welcome one.

Young Wild West was beyond a doubt the greatest and best known of the

heroes of the Wild West, and though but a boy in years, he had made a

name for himself that many an elder person would have been proud to own.

He had earned the title of the Champion Deadshot of the West by his

remarkable skill with the rifle and revolver, and he was ever ready to

defend the title against all comers.

Many of his warmest friends called him the Prince of the Saddle, because

he was without a peer at breaking and riding the wildest and most

vicious horses of the West.

When upon the back of the beautiful sorrel stallion he always rode he

made a picture that was dashing and handsome in the extreme. When on his

trips through the wildest parts of the Great West he invariably was

attired in a fancy buckskin hunting suit, and with his sombrero tipped

well back upon his head, he surely showed up as a dashing young hero.

The flash in his eye told of his courage and persistence, while his

athletic form betokened his strength and quickness.

But of all his qualifications to make up a dashing young Westerner his

greatest was his coolness and fixed purpose to do right, no matter what

the cost might be.

Few, indeed, are possessed of such sterling qualities, and it is only

those who are that make real heroes.

But, as we have already stated, and the majority of our readers know,

Young Wild West was a genuine boy hero of the Wild West, and that is

only saying the truth.