A determined little burro earns the loyalty and affection of everyone he encounters in this classic story from Newbery Award–winning author Marguerite Henry. Long ago, a lone little burro roamed the high cliffs of the Grand Canyon and touched the hearts of all who knew him: a grizzled old miner, a big-game hunter, even President Teddy Roosevelt. Named Brighty by the prospector who befriended him, he remained a free spirit at heart. But when a ruthless claim-jumper murdered the prospector, loyal Brighty risked everything to bring the killer to justice. Brighty’s adventures have delighted generations of readers, and he has become the symbol of a joyous way of life. Some people say that you can even see his spirit roving the canyon on moonlit nights—forever wild, forever free.

PREFACE. THE Author of this very practical treatise on Scotch Loch - Fishing desires clearly that it may be of use to all who had it. He does not pretend to have written anything new, but to have attempted to put what he has to say in as readable a form as possible. Everything in the way of the history and habits of fish has been studiously avoided, and technicalities have been used as sparingly as possible. The writing of this book has afforded him pleasure in his leisure moments, and that pleasure would be much increased if he knew that the perusal of it would create any bond of sympathy between himself and the angling community in general. This section is interleaved with blank shects for the readers notes. The Author need hardly say that any suggestions addressed to the case of the publishers, will meet with consideration in a future edition. We do not pretend to write or enlarge upon a new subject. Much has been said and written-and well said and written too on the art of fishing but loch-fishing has been rather looked upon as a second-rate performance, and to dispel this idea is one of the objects for which this present treatise has been written. Far be it from us to say anything against fishing, lawfully practised in any form but many pent up in our large towns will bear us out when me say that, on the whole, a days loch-fishing is the most convenient. One great matter is, that the loch-fisher is depend- ent on nothing but enough wind to curl the water, -and on a large loch it is very seldom that a dead calm prevails all day, -and can make his arrangements for a day, weeks beforehand whereas the stream- fisher is dependent for a good take on the state of the water and however pleasant and easy it may be for one living near the banks of a good trout stream or river, it is quite another matter to arrange for a days river-fishing, if one is looking forward to a holiday at a date some weeks ahead. Providence may favour the expectant angler with a good day, and the water in order but experience has taught most of us that the good days are in the minority, and that, as is the case with our rapid running streams, -such as many of our northern streams are, -the water is either too large or too small, unless, as previously remarked, you live near at hand, and can catch it at its best. A common belief in regard to loch-fishing is, that the tyro and the experienced angler have nearly the same chance in fishing, -the one from the stern and the other from the bow of the same boat. Of all the absurd beliefs as to loch-fishing, this is one of the most absurd. Try it. Give the tyro either end of the boat he likes give him a cast of ally flies he may fancy, or even a cast similar to those which a crack may be using and if he catches one for every three the other has, he may consider himself very lucky. Of course there are lochs where the fish are not abundant, and a beginner may come across as many as an older fisher but we speak of lochs where there are fish to be caught, and where each has a fair chance. Again, it is said that the boatman has as much to do with catching trout in a loch as the angler. Well, we dont deny that. In an untried loch it is necessary to have the guidance of a good boatman but the same argument holds good as to stream-fishing...

Logic tells us that if there are Bright Angels, there must also be Black Angels. Prior to meeting Zetta, Nathan believed in neither. Before encountering Zetta, Nathan felt that religion was something one did, rather than something one lived. Nathans religious views changed radically when he and Zetta traveled to Mount Zion Plantation, deep in the black water swamps of southern Louisiana. Mount Zion Plantation was the ancestral home of three of the most beautiful Black Angels that the Dark Side ever created. The Greek Revival home at Mount Zion rivaled the most exquisite plantation homes of the Old South. Zetta, who was also stunningly beautiful, represented the Bright Side. Titanic forces were afoot, deep in the ancient quagmire where evil ruled and sane men feared to tread. Ray Johnson again takes his readers on a perilous journey to the Dark Side. Beautiful angels, each serving different Gods, do battle for Nathans immortal soul. As with his previous novels, Bright Angels-Black Angels, holds the reader spellbound until the final page, gripping their attention like a riled swamp gator that refuses to let go.

About a little burro who was found running wild along Bright Angel Creek. Grades 5-8.

This superb anthology brings together some of the most powerful and compelling writing about the Grand Canyon—stories, essays, and poems written across five centuries by people inhabiting, surviving, and attempting to understand what one explorer called the "Great Unknown." The Grand Canyon Reader includes traditional stories from native tribes, reports by explorers, journals by early tourists, and contemporary essays and stories by such beloved writers as John McPhee, Ann Zwinger, Edward Abbey, Terry Tempest Williams, Barry Lopez, Linda Hogan, and Craig Childs. Lively tales written by unschooled river runners, unabashedly popular fiction, and memoirs stand alongside finely crafted literary works to represent full range of human experience in this wild, daunting, and inspiring landscape.

." . . Traces the history of this fabulous land of New Mexico and Arizona from the days of the dinosaurs to the present-day dam building and land reclamation through irrigation. Every phase of development is taken up in detail."--Library Journal. "Mr. Corle, who knows a great deal about the Southwest, has been handed a writer's dream of an assignment and has carried it out in fine style."--The New Yorker. "The Gila is a remarkable bit of Americana, written by a man who knows every inch of the country."--Chicago Sunday Tribune. "Mr. Corle has shown before that he knows how to swing a book of this kind--a combination of history, geography, anecdote, and atmosphere. He accomplishes the task here, moreover, in particularly fine style. The Gila belongs up among the top few in the Rivers of American series. Mr. Corle's done a real job on it."--Joseph Henry Jackson, San Francisco Chronicle.