Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 9 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 120: The Hunchback — page 9: what you’re looking at
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CAPTAIN STANTON. 11 “Now God’s curse fall on him and all his race and blight them, blood and marrow !” shrieked the little man, stamping upon the ground in bitter wrath. “Is there no place so re- mote that one of that detested race will not find it? I sought this place to be free from them, that hateful brood, that vile family. And one of them, their pride and hope, comes here to-day. Look you, Oneida! “ Choose some place further off for your meeting; this is no place for it. I hate this captain, but would not have his blood upon my hand. ‘There is too much blood on it already. I pray you, choose some other ' place; another will do as well.” | “No,” said the Indian; “mus’ stay here. Tole Cappen Stanton to meet me at big rock, when the sun was low in the west. Here comes now. Bes’ you 6° away. If stay here, me take your scalp.” Torr. 2 “Yeh. Me take your scalp, if can. §’pose you stay here den I shoot you. Guess you Englisher. Chief much mad at Englisher ; kill dem, one of dese days, sure ; all dem red- coats.” Another person broke through the bushes at this moment. He was a tall young fellow, in the dress of a colonial captain, armed like the dwarf, with the exception of the sword at his thigh. He was active-looking, with dark hair moni beard and a laughing eye. sa Why, what the deucechaye you here, friend Wando?” he said, startled at the sight of the unsightly figure of the hunch- back, “I thought you were coming alone.” “ So did,” replied Wando. “ Him dive here.” “Ah! Then perhaps he will favor us with his absence for a few moments, as we have much to talk about.” ‘ Samuel Stanton,” said the hunchback, raising his cracked voice in a forced,. unnatural manner, “do you “ktow that I ain your enemy ?” “T don’t think I could possibly have seen you before,” said Stanton. “ Your agere! is one that would have impressed itself upon me.” “You are right; you never saw me.” “ Then how Gan you be my enemy ?” “J am the enemy to al] your race, and have been so for conniclaooks.conn