Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 26: what you’re looking at

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28 TIM, THE “SCOUT. yy Wilson had said, was gone on one of his trips among the na- tions, rousing them to rebellion, but telling them to keep quiet until the red cross of war was sent among them. They had been taught to obey to the letter the orders of the chief, and recognized in him the Avatar of their race. It was nearly two days from the time the Irishman had joined Wilson, that they entered the Shawnee village. On the road Tim had labored ’to ingratiate himself into the good graces of the Englishman, and succeeded. His quickness of repartee, his power in’ wood-craft and his endurance on the mareh, won the admiration of the agent, who flattered him- self on Waving secured such a treasure. ‘What had induced Tim to follow him? ‘Simply'this: Harrison had sent'him to find out all he could of the position and plans of the enemy, and he was determined to do it. How could le succeed better than if introduced into the town as’a friend. It was. « hazardous undertaking, but had this in its favor. Very few Indians knew the scout, and his occupation. Among those whom he did not wish to ‘meéét, were Tecumseh, (who ‘had seen him during a visit he made to one of the Shawnee villages before the war,) and’a sort of henchman of the cliief, a: dwurf known among the Indians as the “ Weasel,” who was a ‘man about forty years of age, but greatly dwarfed. “His hight was about thirty-six inches, and‘he ‘had’ none@f the “deformi- ties which are the’ blot of most dwarfs. He-was swift of foot, and possessed a’ keenness of intellect seldom seen in an’ Indian. This wonderful man was ‘Tecumseh’s messenger, as he passed from tribe ‘to tribe,and thought nothing of going thitty or forty miles ‘in ‘a day, traveling at a long trot which ean only be accomplished by long ‘practice. “This endurance on ‘the trail eminently fitted him for the work he ‘was expected to — perform, and he was a great’ favorite of Tecumseh, who never thought of! goitig anywhere unless he sent his henchman in advance, ‘The Shawnees, when they Saw that lithe figure steal into their ‘villages, raised a ‘delighted ‘shout, for they knéw the great chief was at ‘hand, or’had sent a message. The dwarf never forgot ‘a face; and as he had ‘seen Tim at the same time Tecumseh did, Tim did not care to meet him. He knew’ that his life would not be worth an hour’s purchase from that moment. connmicloooks.comn