Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 31: what you’re looking at

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A GREAT SHOUT, 33° The Prophet bowed and again turned to Wilson. “There are not many days before the war parties will be out, and the blood of the Yankees will run like water. You must tell the Open Hand that it is not good for him to stay in the land of the Shawnee. He has been very kind to the Indians. Many times they have broken bread with him, and they remember. Tecumseh has been there, and staid all night in the cabin of the Open Hand. | “Then you will sayé him ?” “TF he will go away. There are many Shawnee warriors who do not kiiow the Open Hand, and they ee take his scalp.” With these words the Prophet rose, fntimating that the con- ference was ended. Soon after an Tidian woman brought in food, and they ate heartily, being hungry after their long march. When the food was disposed of, Tim rose and went to the door of the lodge. Quite a eféwdl! Was tiow gathered in the opening in front, eager to seé the white men. Most of the group were women, boys and girls, thouel here and there a stately warrior could be seen stalking: about in apparént i in- difference, but in reality as eager to see the visitors as any oné © else. Tim, not caring to be conspicuous, did not go out. But the agent did, and walked about in the open ground, stopping now and then to speak with some watrior wlio was known to him. Tim watclied his movements curiously. But, something happened which changed his curiosity to alarm. The crowd had parted, and a small boy, to all ap- pearance, was seen making his way toward the lodge of the Prophet. A great shout, which could not have been caused by the appearance of the agent, rose on every hand. ‘As the Small fellow came nearer, Tim saw that he was arrayed as a Ttmner, and as he turned his head, hé saw a face that he ‘new. It was the messenger of Tecumseh, the person he ost dreaded to meet, the Weasel. . . Connicoooks.com