Rocky Mountain Sam — page 234: what you’re looking at

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~ ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 225 work an’ bury Bob Scarlet an’ his poor old mother. Seems to me they should be planted in one grave. So they buried the bodies of mother and son out there in the desolate glen, Sam saying all the prayers he could re- member over the remains, and the hunters standing by with uncovered heads. CHAPTER XXXV., CONCLUSION. A month has passed away. Peace has been formally made with the Indians, whose losses have-been so great that there is little danger of their resuming the offensive for years to come. Itis now the middle of June, and the wild and pictur- esque region in the vicinity of Chapman’s Ranch and Silver City never looked so lovely before. It is aday of festivity at the ranch. The house and corral are overflowing with hunters and trappers in their best attire. Here and there an officer’s uniform glitters conspicuously among the motley sroups, and more than one officer has brought his wife down with him from the fort, though they are mostly in- doors at the present time with the brides to be, for a num- ber of weddings are to constitute the principal feature of the festival. The old colonel is bustling about, superintending the preparations of his men for the entertainment of the guests, and looking more rubicund and jovial than ever. ( Lieutenant Dutton has just darted out of a grand canvas pavilion which has been erected on the margin of the river, to speak to him. Notwithstanding the praise he has merited and received during those dark days of battle, he has adhered to his early expressed determination to resign his commission in the army, and is now dressed in a civilian’s suit, but he is looking indescribably happy in spite of his paleness, and darts back to the pavilion as if his feet were winged. An ox is being roasted out upon the prairie, and around the roaring fire the hunters and trappers are making them- selves merry with a liberal allowance of spirits; and moy- ing among them is Big Horn, the redoubtable hunter of the. (elo) cComicbooks