The Boy Soldier; Or, Garibaldi's Young Captain — page 335: what you’re looking at

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* Several, of, the Comanches,,thinking they: were killed, galloped up, and dismounted, in. order: to scalp them. |) aipw “*But on the instant the Blackfeet ‘crawled through, the tall grass like snakes, suddenly uprose, killed the Comanches, and mounted their horses. _“* This. trick was played several, times, very suc- cessfully, and at last nearly every. one of, the Black- feet managed to get. a mount at the expense of their, adversaries, - ‘who were, now, more. bitterly enraged than ever. — “*Those who could not get horses managed to escape to their boats,, while their. comrades galloped away. . a Mane the Comanches were. snot. to be thus thwarted « of their vengeance, ‘*J was the last one to attempt £0 escape, and they 5 swore I should not, _ . “* They surrounded me, - | _ “My ammunition was nearly all gone. “¢Yet I made every bullet tell. _ “Every time I fired one of. the Comanches tumbled in the grass, until af. last. I became. giddy and exhausted. *¢T knew not what I did, “© Yet in my madness I fought like a devil, and at each stroke I made with my knife or hatchet I cloye the skull or broke the ribs of some red devil... “<Captain Frank,’ said the Trapper, ‘you have no notion of what a real good Indian fizht is, “¢Your soldiers in the field, fighting one regi- ment against regiment, or one company against company, is all very well, No, 42. “THE SHIR WREOK— (se next Number), st Tn a battle of that ecu it is 5 all fair play com-~ pared to the Indians. “* « They-dodge about in-:the grass; tumble off their horses, throw) up their hands, and all those sort of tricks >to !make» you shelieve ‘they. are’ wounded or hurt. ‘* € But lor’: bless you,’ said the Bisnmenpr it is all deceit nine cases ont of ten: "6 When‘ you :ride up to! scalp’em, they are no more dead than you or I am; but laugh in their sleeve, and at the first chance will Pop you over like a Squirrel. “«*T know them ofold. “*Many a good brush have I hid sor ithr tem: ba wish I had as‘many dollars as I have knocked over redskins’ in my time, T should be a rich man dong before now. ‘6 Well; siz,’ bntinnda the Trapper,’ I almost began to ‘think my time was eam; so exhausted did I feel. “<4 T fought my ‘way on all pides: like a madman ; and while'the Comanches exist as a tribe they’ll never forget the ‘Red Devil,’ as they call me, for my arm was dripping with blood, which trickled off my tomahawk and knife. “¢ At Jast I broke through their lines, and with a terrific yell they pursued me. «Tf was now a ride for life ! «««T thought once or twice that my mustang pony would fall under me, so weak was he. “Showers of arrows were sent after me, and more than one rifle-ball grazed my limbs; but I stood on my horse’s back like a circus- -rider, a trick NOOKS» CO