Rocky Mountain Sam — page 109: what you’re looking at

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100 -§ ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. The savages pressed forward with yells of anticipative triumph. The doom of the hunters seemed sealed. CHAPTER XIII. A FIGHTER OF THE “*‘PERIOD.” The long prairie grass, like the billows af ocean, From sunrise to sunset is never at rest, And—still like the sea—in its soft silent motion, Hides many a grave in its emerald breast; The bones of how many must moldering be "Neath the shadow and shine of that wild glassy sea! But even in this hour of distress they were destined to have a few moments of grateful respite. “‘Clar the track!” cried a clear and ringing voice directly overhead. It was Rocky Mountain Sam. The next moment the balloon, whose sudden descent had been obscured from all by the thick smoke of the burning brush, plunged down with a windy roar, and the heavy car went swinging and crashing right and left among the dusky ranks, and Sam and the professor, crowbar in hand, leaned from either side, striking out terrible blows, while Fayaway —loose hair on the wind and wild eyes agleam with the fierce fire of her warrior descent—did effective work with a re- volver. ‘Courage, mates, courage!” cried the shrill voice of the White Hermit. ‘‘Booglebooby to the rescue!” A dozen Indians were swept from their saddles by the suddenness and fury of the assault; the hunters, encouraged beyond measure, renewed the fight with ringing cheers, and for a moment the iron rank of the redskins rolled back in confusion. But though a number of them had enough of their old superstitious terror remaining to take to flight at once at the mere mention of the name of ‘“‘Booglebooby,” the majority of them had by this time become pretty well used to the balloon and its inmates, and there was therefore no general panic. Again the tide of battle rolled up against the little barricade; again the blinding smoke eddied into the hunters’ — P eyes, and a score of savage hands were lifted resentfully comicbooks.com