Advanced search
- TITLES
- NAMES
- COLLABORATIONS
Search filters
Enter full date
to
or just enter yyyy, or yyyy-mm below
to
to
to
Exclude
Only includes titles with the selected topics
to
In minutes
to
1-16 of 16
- Taken at Bliss, Oklahoma. Shows a typical Western stage hold-up. A band of robbers are playing cards in the foreground of the picture. Suddenly one of the gang who has been on the lookout for the stage coach rides up in great haste. They quickly dodge behind a clump of trees and lay in wait. Soon the coach appears and is stopped by the bandits. The occupants are compelled to come down from their hiding places at the point of the gun and after being relieved of their valuables, are allowed to continue on their way. As soon as the stage drives off the robbers make for their ponies and take to the woods.
- Shows a band of mischievous cowboys being chased by Indians. A number of shots are fired at the pursuing Indians by the cow punchers, and the Indians' arrows are seen landing in the water pretty close to the fleeing men.
- A large number of horses are swimming a deep river. The cowboys urge them on and do some fancy riding while their ponies swim across. One of the men loses his balance while kneeling on the back of his pony and gets an unexpected bath.
- Shows the principal work of Western cowboys. At every round-up, the country for miles around is searched and all the youngsters are driven to the enclosures to be branded. The cowboys gallop their ponies back and forth along the sides of the herd and the steers are quickly roped and branded.
- Shows method employed in the West for ferrying people across a river. One large wagon loaded with cowboys and Indians is drawn by four mules. On account of the weight the wagon is pretty well under water, and the passengers get a wetting before they land on the opposite bank.
- In the olden days the mail stagecoach left the frontier town of Saint Joseph, and headed across the prairie to Santa Fe was guarded by the escort of mounted men. It was a journey of 2,000 miles, beset with the dangers of wild animals, prairie fires and ferocity of lurking Indians. Here and there on the outskirts of civilization were the cabins which the early settlers erected on the prairie. In one of these houses dwelt Anna and her aged father. Anna was the sweetheart of Dan, one of the mail-coach guards, and her heart would jump for joy when in the distance she saw the stagecoach approaching across the flat plains. On one of these trips Dan befriended an Indian, Two Feathers, who had fallen from his horse and was dying. As a reward the grateful Indian gave Dan his precious medicine bag, telling him that bad luck would never come to him or anyone else who possessed it. Anna and Dan set their wedding day and as a betrothal pledge he gave her the magic medicine bag. Soon after this the red skins under the terrible chief Black Kettle went with war paint and tomahawk upon the bloody war path. They surprised and robbed the stagecoach, then attacked and set in flames the little cabin of Anna's father. She was captured by Two Feathers, who recognized the medicine bag and took her under his protection, intending to return her to Dan in gratitude for his kind services. In the meanwhile Dan who had escaped from the Indian's tomahawks went with all haste to warn his sweetheart of the savages' outbreak. When he arrived at the cabin he found it in ruins. Anna gone and her father severely wounded. He was almost distracted with grief. When casting his eyes on the ground he recognized the gaudy-colored scarf which belonged to Two Feathers. He started to overtake them, and rescue his betrothed. For miles across the undulating plains he and his companions trailed the guilty tribe and at last reached the Indian encampment. His companions realizing that they were not strong enough to attack the savages dispatched one of their members to Fort Leavenworth to ask the aid of the army in freeing the captives. Two Feathers and his wife took Anna into their wigwam and were treating her with the kindest of attention. Dan's heart was sorely troubled about the safety of Anna and he could not wait until the morning for the troops to arrive, but resolved to go single handed into the Indians' camp. He entered the wigwam of Two Feathers and was about to kill him when he learned from Anna herself that she owed her life to the Indian. In the cool morning air the soldiers' bugles sounded the charge and the troops from all sides rushed in upon the Indians. The first to die was Two Feathers, who fell lifeless into the arms of his wife with a bullet in his heart. Dan and Anna after giving faithful words of consolation to the weeping squaw turned their ponies' noses toward civilization to be married, pledging themselves never to forget Two Feathers' kindness or to part with the magic medicine bag.
- One of the toughest bronchos in Oklahoma. It takes two men to hold him while he is being saddled. The cowboy who rides him has hardly time to get into the saddle before the men holding the animal are compelled to let him go and get out of danger. As soon as released, the horse tries rising on his hind legs, swings around in a circle and gives his rider a severe shaking up.
- The bright spring sun fluttered on the silvery hair of an old man as he slowly plodded along in the wake of his plow. Suddenly his plow struck an obstacle. He stopped to remove it. It was a human skull. Brushing aside the surrounding soil he brought to light other human bones. Embedded in them was an Indian arrowhead. Memories of a half century back were awakened and the hands of time reversed. From out of the past came the hordes of ruthless redskins and the never ending stream of home-seekers from the east. And in his reverie was reenacted the legend of the "Arrow's Tongue." Here is the legend: The fame of Sacashu, the daughter of the Dacotab's, had spread far beyond the confines of her own nation. The Indian maiden had pledged her love to Wa-hu-ha. But on an evil day her happiness was turned into despair. For a jug of rum her father, Thief Black Horse, tore her from the arms of Wa-hu-ha and sold her to a cruel and heartless whiskey runner. Fifteen years elapsed. Sacashu had led a hard life. A son has been born to her. He was now fourteen years of age. At this time the old Chief Black Horse died and the silent, grim-visaged Wa-hu-ha was elected head of his people. He led his braves to take revenge on the white race. Wa-hu-ha determined that the man who had stolen his betrothed should be his first sacrifice. He approached the cabin, and with a fiendish yell his braves burst into it. The whiskey runner fell a victim to the tomahawk. Sacashu grasped a gun to continue the battle when she recognized Wa-hu-ha. He clapped her to his breast. The half-breed boy who was in the attic where the whiskey was stored hearing the struggles below, in his fright accidentally smashed a jug of whiskey. The yellow fluid trickled down between the chinks in the boards of the ceiling. A drop fell down upon the hand of Wa-hu-ha; it was whiskey. He darted up the ladder followed by the rest. The Indians abandoned themselves to a drunken orgy. The boy crawled through the roof window and leaping from it, jumped upon his father's white pony and started off. Quick as a flash an arrow from Wa-hu-ha's bow flew through the air, struck the boy and buried its tip deep in his back. On dashed the frenzied steel, his dying rider clinging desperately, the fatal arrow waving its warning. Wa-hu-ha, his savage nature thoroughly aroused by rum, set the cabin on fire and carried Sacashu away. She, thinking her boy still in the burning cabin pleaded with the chief to save him, but he was deaf to her appeal. The Indians in their blood lust attacked with fury a wagon train. Sacashu, escaping from the Indians, seized a war club, mounted a horse and returned to her old home, now in ashes. Believing that her boy had perished in the flames, she swore vengeance on her former lover. Mounting the top of the hill, overlooking the circle of death surrounding the settlers, she sighted Wa-hu-ha. She crept stealthily up behind him, and with a stunning blow she wreaked a mother's vengeance. Sacashu then darted for the ranks of the white men for protection. Mistaking her for an enemy they shot her. On the top of a knoll a government scout saw a flying boy mounted on a white horse and knew too well what it meant. Turning about he galloped to the fort. The troops were called to arms and dashed across the plain to the scene of the battle. The settlers fought with the fury of despair, but the savages were steadily circling closer. The white men were preparing to die when over the crest of a little hill the Stars and Stripes appeared. The battle raged between the soldiers and the Indians. The Redskins leaving the prairie strewn with their dead, retreated precipitately. But far away the white horse sped onward, the dying boy and the fateful arrow spreading with silent eloquence their dread message. At last the rider fell lifeless to the ground. The Arrow's Tongue had spoken, as it spoke fifty years later to the old farmer whose plow turned it up with the whitened bones of Sacashu's son.
- Red Eagle is thrown by his horse and injured. Settlers westward-bound pick him up and nurse him back to health. Red Eagle leaves for his own habitation, promising that he will someday reciprocate their kindness. A year later finds them in their permanent homes. Baby Early is left with her grandmother, while the other members of the family are at the round-up. Early seeing an Indian steal two of their horses, gives the alarm. In a thrilling chase the Indian is captured, but after a good beating is let go. Bad Indian, seeking revenge, kidnaps Early. Red Eagle, a member of the same tribe, recognizes Early and decides to restore her to the settlers who had saved his life. Bad Indian sets upon him and in the struggle is killed by Red Eagle, who escapes with Early. Ten years pass. Early has grown up as the adopted daughter of Red Eagle. Roy, an artist from the east, meets Early and falls madly in love with her. Red Eagle tells him the life story of Early and how he came to adopt her. On his way back east, Roy stops off at a wealthy rancher's home. The sight of the rancher's old frame wagon inspires Roy to relate Red Eagle's interesting story. Curious to see the girl, the rancher and the artist set out for Red Eagle's cabin, where in a heart-touching scene the father and long lost daughter are reunited. Roy readily obtains consent to marry Early, and so the story ends happily.
- Westward ho. Forward ride the pioneers, penetrating further into the land of the buffalo and the hostile Indians. A halt is called and the settlers' wives band together to prepare the noonday meal. Here follows a picturesque scene between two children of the camp, showing their strong affection for each other. The boy carves their initials upon a buffalo's tooth and hangs it about his playmate's neck. An hour later the camp is in ruins and Standing Elk, a brave of the attacking band of Indians, has carried off Baby Early, thinking her to be the sole survivor. The boy, Ray Myers, recovers consciousness just as a detachment of Uncle Sam's soldier boys arrive upon the scene and some time later, after his health is restored, he becomes the pal of the big boys in blue. Sixteen years pass by and the little girl adopted by Standing Elk has grown into a beautiful young woman. The boy, now Lieutenant Myers, encounters her alone and realizing that white blood courses in her veins, induces her to escape from the Indian camp. She is pursued, but outdistances her captors only to fall when her pony stumbles. Myers rushing to meet her discovers the buffalo's tooth about her neck just as he is made a prisoner by the Indians. The picture closes with a powerful scene showing Standing Elk giving his life that he may assist the lovers to escape by drawing the pursuers in the opposite direction after exchanging clothes with Lieutenant Myers.
- The bright sun shone down on the head of an old man and a white-haired woman as they stood on the bank of the Osage River, their gaze riveted on Beecher Island in the middle of the stream. The scene brought back to the old couple visions of the stirring days when the little island was strewn with dead, and the river, as it flowed onward, was stained with the blood of paleface and redskin. And as they looked the story of their youth unfolded before the eyes of memory. Here is the story: Dan Cooper, like many another young fellow, could not resist the call of the wanderlust. As he cantered leisurely across the prairie, he saw a solitary soldier riding for dear life, with a troop of yelling redskins close behind him. Dan galloped to the fleeing man's side. The soldier was a young officer of the regular army. Together they put up a stiff fight, and drove the Indians off. The young officer was severely wounded, and asked Dan to assist him back to Fort Leavenworth. Here the young officer introduced the new-found friend to his sister Anna. For a week Dan was the happiest fellow that ever lived, but was too full of life to keep out of trouble. One day he saw a drunken half-breed beating a young and pretty squaw. He knocked the half-breed down, and won the squaw's gratitude. As he rode away, he discovered that his quirt was missing. The next day a traveler was found robbed and murdered by the roadside, and across his body lay Dan's quirt. He was accused of the crime, and Anna's father, the commander of the fort, gave orders for his arrest. Dan made his getaway before he was caught, and joined a party of miners who were on their way to the California gold fields. Anna believed that her lover was guilty, and was heartbroken. At this time old chief Roman Nose was at the height of his power. The mining party was attacked, and put up a hard fight, until their ammunition gave out. Things were looking serious, and Dan and the miners were preparing to die. The redskins were nearly upon them when they suddenly heard a bugle blast. The Indians turned to fight the newcomers, but were driven back by the cavalry, leaving their dead and wounded behind them. The party was saved by a heavily escorted government train. At this time Colonel Forsythe received notice to punish Roman Nose, and drive the Indians still further west. His troops started on the search of the enemy, and on the way were joined by Dan and the miners. After severe fighting, the white men were driven back to Beecher Island, and for seven days they repelled the repeated attacks of the redskins. Colonel Forsythe's losses were very severe, and on the seventh day only fourteen men remained alive under him. Their only hope lay in getting word to the commander at Fort Leavenworth to send reinforcements. Dan volunteered to execute the perilous mission. Under cover of the darkness he stole through the Indians' lines, which now completely surrounded the island, and for two days and nights, without food or drink, with breathless haste he traveled on foot toward the fort. There he fell overcome with hunger and weakness. Two troopers discovered and revived him. To them he told of Colonel Forsythe's plight. One galloped back and gave the alarm. In a short time the five squadrons of cavalry thundered across the plains. They fought for hours without driving the redskins back. Old Roman Nose led a picked body of horsemen in a desperate charge. A sharpshooter sent a bullet into his heart. At his death the Indians fled. In the meanwhile Dan was brought to the fort, his heart beating with joy at the prospect of seeing Anna once again. The father was about to place him under arrest when Fawn, the Indian girl, whom he had protected from the half-breed, rushed to his side and, pointing to the half-breed, said, "He killed the man and placed Dan's quirt there. 1 saw him do it." Dan was saved, and his happiness was complete when Anna threw herself into his arms and sobbed for joy.