Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 27: what you’re looking at

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THE. INDIAN PROPHET. 29. As, they entered the village, the, Irishman kept, his eyes. about him, but saw none whom he had met before. Several Stalwart braves were lounging about in the central square, and one, of these came forward, as he saw the agent, and conducted. them to the stranger's lodge. Wilson was well known to the Indians, They sat down upon some bearskins which were spread upon the ground, and waited. In a fow moments the lodge curtain was lifted, and a man. came in, who wore the feathers of a chief, and was dressed in a con- Spicuous style for an Indian. Besides, he wore, thrown over his. shoulder and wound about. his waist, a wampum belt, worked with various hieroglyphic devices, which denoted the medicine man, It was the Prophet, brother of Tecumseh. He greeted the agent warmly after the Indian fashion, and nodded gravely to Tim. He then sat down upon.a skin near them, took down a pipe and lighted it, drew two or three — Whiffs and passed it to Wilson, He followed the example of the Indian, and then gave the pipe to Tim, who also puffed a little, though strongly disinclined to give it up after the.trial, for the tobacco was of the Indian kind, and very good. But he Was well enough yersed in Indian customs to know that this would not be allowed, so he relinquished the pipe with a sigh. : | ‘“My brother has come,” said the Prophet, in that soft, wheedling tone which was natural to him. “He has heard that the Indians are in great trouble, and look to the English for help. They will give it to their red rethren against these Sons of dogs, the Yankees. We hate them with a_ bitter hatred, for they tread on the soil which is ours. by. right. They hunt the deer away from the licks, and the buffalo has gone to the Far West. The pappooses ery in vain for food, What have the Indians done, that their land should be taken from. them ?” vr ws “ Listen,” said Wilson, impressively, laying his hand upon the arm of the other. “ My king is great and good, and he Will not suffer his Indian friends to be driven from. the land, He has made Tecumseh a war-chief, and given him a belt. Chis is well. Tecumseh is a great man, and knows how to lead warriors to battle. He is brother to the Prophet. It is hot often that two such men rise from the loins of one father, comicbooks.com