B M Bower

Chip, of the Flying U Set on a ranch in Montana, the novel introduces the "Happy Family", the bunkhouse gang including Chip as a typical woman-shy cowboy. The beautiful young doctor Della, is a distraction for poor Chip and the other cowboys. Chip of the Flying U was a great success that led to several movie versions, one of them casting Hoot Gibson as Chip.

Chip, of the Flying U Set on a ranch in Montana, the novel introduces the "Happy Family", the bunkhouse gang including Chip as a typical woman-shy cowboy. The beautiful young doctor Della, is a distraction for poor Chip and the other cowboys. Chip of the Flying U was a great success that led to several movie versions, one of them casting Hoot Gibson as Chip.

Chip, of the Flying U Set on a ranch in Montana, the novel introduces the "Happy Family", the bunkhouse gang including Chip as a typical woman-shy cowboy. The beautiful young doctor Della, is a distraction for poor Chip and the other cowboys. Chip of the Flying U was a great success that led to several movie versions, one of them casting Hoot Gibson as Chip.

The weekly mail had just arrived at the Flying U ranch. Shorty, who had made the trip to Dry Lake on horseback that afternoon, tossed the bun dle to the Old Man and was halfway to the stable when he was called back peremptorily. I read this book when I was in the third grade. I went to a country school where all grades were in the same room and our library was in a small metal cabinet. My lifetime love of reading was born in that little school and I read every book in it's library. This wonderful book had a young girl's heart hurting and in tears for the innocence of the people and their interactions. I couldn't believe it was the same book but there it was in Kindle Unlimited. A book I never forgot and I am 87 years old.

B. M. Bower was an American author best known for writing stories on the American Old West. Bower's books often featured working cowboys and cattle and are considered to be accurate portrayals of ranch life. Bower's most famous novels are Chip, of the Flying U, and Cabin Fever. Chip, of the Flying U is a western romance set on a ranch in Montana. The action centers around a charismatic young man who works as a cow puncher.

This was different than most of the books I read. But I found myself enjoying it. True love wins out, and what woman would not love the thoughts of a handsome cowboy falling in love with her? I will look for more books by B . M. Bower.

I enjoyed this little book and recommend everybody read it. It is a sweet, relaxing story.i loved the little boy in the book.

There is a certain malady of the mind induced by too much of one thing. Just as the body fed too long upon meat becomes a prey to that horrid disease called scurvy, so the mind fed too long upon monotony succumbs to the insidious mental ailment which the West calls "cabin fever." True, it parades under different names, according to circumstances and caste. You may be afflicted in a palace and call it ennui, and it may drive you to commit peccadillos and indiscretions of various sorts. You may be attacked in a middle-class apartment house, and call it various names, and it may drive you to cafe life and affinities and alimony. You may have it wherever you are shunted into a backwater of life, and lose the sense of being borne along in the full current of progress.

Four heads turned as if governed by one brain; four pairs of eyes, of varied color and character, swept the wind-blown wilderness of tender green, and gazed questioningly at the high-piled thunderheads above. A small boy, with an abundance of yellow curls and white collar, almost precipitated himself into the prim lap of a lady on the rear seat. "Auntie, will God have fireworks? Say, auntie, will He? Can I say prayers widout kneelin' down'? Uncle Redmon' crowds so. I want to pray for fireworks, auntie. Can I?" "Do sit down, Dorman. You'll fall under the wheel, and then auntie would not have any dear little boy. Dorman, do you hear me? Redmond, do take that child down How I wish Parks were here. I shall have nervous prostration within a fortnight.

The weekly mail had just arrived at the Flying U ranch. Shorty, who had made the trip to Dry Lake on horseback that afternoon, tossed the bundle to the "Old Man" and was halfway to the stable when he was called back peremptorily. "Shorty O-h-h, Shorty Hi " Shorty kicked his steaming horse in the ribs and swung round in the path, bringing up before the porch with a jerk. "Where's this letter been?" demanded the Old Man, with some excitement. James G. Whitmore, cattleman, would have been greatly surprised had he known that his cowboys were in the habit of calling him the Old Man behind his back. James G.

Before I die, I'll ride the sky; I'll part the clouds like foam. I'll brand each star with the Rolling R, And lead the Great Bear home. I'll circle Mars to beat the cars, On Venus I will call. If she greets me fair as I ride the air, To meet her I will stall. I'll circle high-as if passing by- Then volplane, bank, and land. Then if she'll smile I'll stop awhile, And kiss her snow-white hand. To toast her health and wish her wealth I'll drink the Dipper dry. Then say, "Hop in, and we'll take a spin, For I'm a rider of the sky." Through the clouds we'll float in my airplane boat- Mary V flipped the rough paper over with so little tenderness that a corner tore in her fingers, but the next page was blank. She made a sound suspiciously like a snort, and threw the tablet down on the littered table of the bunk house. After all, what did she care where they floated-Venus and Johnny Jewel? Riding the sky with Venus when he knew very well that his place was out in the big corral, riding some of those broom-tail bronks that he was being paid a salary-a good salary-for breaking Mary V thought that her father ought to be told about the way Johnny was spending all his time-writing silly poetry about Venus. It was the first she had ever known about his being a poet. Though it was pretty punk, in Mary V's opinion.

Dixie, standing knee-deep in a drift, shook himself much after the manner of his master; perhaps he, also, wished himself back at the Horseshoe Bar. He turned his head to look back, blinking at the snow which beat insistently in his eyes; he could not hold them open long enough to see anything, however, so he twitched his ears pettishly and gave over the attempt. "It's up to you, old boy," Rowdy told him resignedly. "I'm plumb lost; I never was in this damn country before, anyhow-and I sure wish I wasn't here now. If you've any idea where we're at, I'm dead willing to have you pilot the layout.