Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 14 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 14: what you’re looking at
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16 REM, THE SCOUT. an Englishman, engaged in stirring up the Indians against the Yankees. Iam known among the whites as James Wilson, the Indian agent. Have you heard of me?’ “ Waith, I have.” “T have been an officer in the English army, and have been detached for this service in consequence of the power I have over the Indians. I came here to gain some knowledge of the position and force of the enemy. You can make nothing of the statements of Indian scouts; they always exaggerate every thing. Now, I ask you, will you join me in tramping | through the country, and stirring up the Indians?” “1 don’ know; Id be afraid. If the ould Gineral would catch me he would hang me, sure asthe saints. He tould me I had no call to be tramping the woods, alone, inliss I was a soldier. Niver a bit will I be a soldier. Sure that’s why I kem away from the ould sod.” “You don’t understand me,” said the Englishman, eagerly. He had been completely deceived by the Irishman, and thought him, at best, only a lukewarm supporter of the American party. “I don’t ask you to enlst. I only ask you to come with me. I need a companion. I am often m a position of great difficulty and danger, and need help. J will make. it worth your while to go with me. See here.” He took a purse from .an inside pocket of his hunting-shirt, and held up four or five sovereigns which he took from it. “ Come,” he said. ‘ You shall have these for a start, if yott agree to go. It will be good work and good pay, if you are fond of the woods.” “Td like it well, if it worn’t for the Gineral,” replied Tim. “ He touid me would I ever go over to the British, and I axed him did J know? And he totld me if [ever did he would hang me to the highest tree in the west. And sure he would do it for a cint.” “ He will never.catch you,” replied the Indian arent, “ We shall be in the Indian villages a good deal of the time, where he will never come. The great Shawnee nation are on the move, and the Indian country will soon be free of Yankees. Can you speak the Indian tongue ?” “ Niver a word,” said Tim. He lied, of course. He spoke it far better-than he did the. comicbooks.com #