Rocky Mountain Sam — page 94: what you’re looking at

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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 85 around the interior of the car for the articles he stood in need of. ‘‘No matter; stew up some of the dried meat, then, my girl. Gad! we ought to be thankful for even that. Well, Sammy, my son, [remember a similar circumstance that happened to me inthe summer of 1832, when I was crossing the icy barriers of the great Antarctic Ocean. You see, I had just weathered a mount, and was looking around to shoot something with which to satisfy my raging hunger, a pengully polar bear, walrus, or something of that sort, when ‘ ‘“T reckon I'd better go and hunt up some fresh* meat,” said Sam, picking up his rifle and moving off; ‘‘I hate dried meat, if there’s any fresh to be had. Poor old Max!” he added to himself; ‘‘I don’t know but what he deserves hav- ing his story listened to, after carrying himself so pluckily through the fight; only ’'m too tired to be bored, and it might set him off on one of his loony fits again.” He looked back, and saw the old man speaking very fast and earnestly to the Indian girl, who appeared to be listen- ing with a very puzzled expression. ‘Poor Fayaway!” he muttered, ‘‘it’s hardly fair for the old fellow to take out his revenge upon her in that way; but luckily she can’t understand more than half he says.” He soon restored himself to good humor by knocking over a jackass-rabbit, as fat as butter, and upon returning with it to the little camp, was gratified to find Max busily at work mending the balloon, while Fayaway had a fire already started. «Which way shall we strike out to-morrow, professor?” said Sam, throwing himself at full length upon the ground. “To-morrow we must find Big Horn and his party, and report what we have seen and done,” was the reply. ‘‘l’hey cannot be very far distant from Grizzly Bear Lake, I fancy. There! the balloon’s as good as new.” The rabbit-stew, which Fayaway had cooked, was soon disposed of, and though the sun had scarcely set behind the Sierras, they soon rolled themselves up in their blankets and lay down to sleep off their great fatigue. Comic 200, co