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Title: Frank, the Young Naturalist
Author: Harry Castlemon
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FRANK AND ARCHIE SERIES
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FRANK THE YOUNG NATURALIST
BY
HARRY CASTLEMON,
AUTHOR OF "THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN SERIES," "THE
GO-AHEAD SERIES," ETC.
1892
[Illustration]
THE GUN-BOAT SERIES.
FRANK, THE YOUNG NATURALIST, FRANK ON A GUN-BOAT,
FRANK IN THE WOODS, FRANK ON THE PRAIRIE, FRANK
BEFORE VICKSBURG, FRANK ON THE LOWER MISSISSIPPI.

CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
THE HOME OF THE YOUNG NATURALIST
CHAPTER II.
AN UGLY CUSTOMER
CHAPTER III.
THE MUSEUM
CHAPTER IV.

A RACE ON THE WATER
CHAPTER V.
A FISHING EXCURSION
CHAPTER VI.
THE REGULATORS
CHAPTER VII.
THE REVENGE
CHAPTER VIII.
HOW TO SPEND THE "FOURTH"
CHAPTER IX.
THE COAST-GUARDS OUTWITTED
CHAPTER X.
A QUEER COURSE
CHAPTER XI.
TROUT-FISHING
CHAPTER XII.
A DUCK-HUNT ON THE WATER
CHAPTER XIII.
A 'COON-HUNT

CHAPTER XIV.
BILL LAWSON'S REVENGE
CHAPTER XV.
WILD GEESE
CHAPTER XVI.
A CHAPTER OF INCIDENTS
CHAPTER XVII.
THE GRAYHOUND OUTGENERALED

FRANK, THE YOUNG NATURALIST.
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CHAPTER I.
THE HOME OF THE YOUNG NATURALIST.
About one hundred miles north of Augusta, the Capital of Maine, the
little village of Lawrence is situated. A range of high hills skirts its
western side, and stretches away to the north as far as the eye can reach;
while before the village, toward the east, flows the Kennebec River.
Near the base of the hills a beautiful stream, known as Glen's Creek,
has its source; and, after winding through the adjacent meadows, and
reaching almost around the village, finally empties into the Kennebec.
Its waters are deep and clear, and flow over a rough, gravelly bed, and
under high banks, and through many a little nook where the perch and
sunfish love to hide. This creek, about half a mile from its mouth,
branches off, forming two streams, the smaller of which flows south,

parallel with the river for a short distance, and finally empties into it.
This stream is known as Ducks' Creek, and it is very appropriately
named; for, although it is but a short distance from the village, every
autumn, and until late in the spring, its waters are fairly alive with wild
ducks, which find secure retreats among the high bushes and reeds
which line its banks. The island formed by these two creeks is called
Reynard's Island, from the fact that for several years a sly old fox had
held possession of it in spite of the efforts of the village boys to capture
him. The island contains, perhaps, twenty-five acres, and is thickly
covered with hickory-trees; and there is an annual strife between the
village boys and the squirrels, to see which can gather the greater
quantity of nuts.
Directly opposite the village, near the middle of the river, is another
island, called Strawberry Island, from the great quantity of that fruit
which it produces.
The fishing-grounds about the village are excellent. The river affords
great numbers of perch, black bass, pike, and muscalonge; and the
numberless little streams that intersect the country fairly swarm with
trout, and the woods abound in game. This attracts sportsmen from
other places; and the Julia Burton, the little steamer that plies up and
down the river, frequently brings large parties of amateur hunters and
fishermen, who sometimes spend months enjoying the rare sport.
It was on the banks of Glen's Creek, about half a mile from the village,
in a neat little cottage that stood back from the road, and which was
almost concealed by the thick shrubbery and trees that surrounded it,
that FRANK NELSON, the young naturalist, lived. His father had been
a wealthy merchant in the city of Boston; and, after his death, Mrs.
Nelson had removed into the country with her children, and bought the
place of which we are speaking. Frank was a handsome, high-spirited
boy, about sixteen years of age. He was kind, open-hearted, and
generous; and no one in the village had more friends than he. But his
most prominent characteristic was perseverance. He was a slow thinker,
and some, perhaps, at first sight, would have pronounced him "dull;"
but the unyielding application with which he devoted himself to his

studies, or to any