Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 43: what you’re looking at

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THE TROPHY OF VICTORY. - ‘AS clasped the body of the tree and scrambled’ after liis rifle, which still hung on the branch to which he had tied it. The moment he hud it in his grasp he looked ‘to see that it was ready for use, and then turned upon the panther, which was struggling on the earth below. Both balls had taken éffect, but had not killed it, such is the wonderful tenacity of life in these creatures. Tim rested his rifle across the limb, pointed it at the head of the struggling beast, and pulled the trigger. The muscular limbs of the panther stretched out in a final throe, and he was dead. fs The saints be good to us,” said Tim, as he began to de- j scend from the tree. ‘“ Arrah, musha, musha ; it’s the heretic’s own luck I am having the day.” Ite reached the ground and went up to look at the fallen foe, It was a male, full six feet long, with its sharp, white teeth shining in the sun, “Sure I've seen purtier bedfellows than the likes av ye, \ Misther Catamount,” said he. “I does be thinkin’ ay ye had Sought some one else, perhaps ye might have fared betther. As it is, ye’ve got Aes gruel, and Vm not a bit sorry. But I must have yer scalp.” He took out his knife and cut off the ears of the panther, With a potion of the scalp attached, for, by a law of the State, the person killing a panther was entitled to a reward upon showing the ears. Tim put his trophy in his pocket, gathered up his scattered weapons, and started on his way. Late in the evening he reached the cabin of Mr. Neal. Liz- zie was sitting just outside the door, with a guitar in her hand, playing low, sweet airs, for the benefit of a young man in the uniform of a United States captain of volunteers. He was an active-looking fellow of about twenty-eight, with a handsome face and figure, of the kind which women love. This was Captain Ed, Lewis, the accepted lover of the little maiden. He had got leave of absence for two days from Harrison, during the truce. With the Prophet, and had made use of his time to ride over and visit Lizzie. As usual, Mr. Neal was not to be seen, al- though he did not intend to keep himself out of Ed’s way, - But, he had a fear of strangers, and did not know what one night happen to come by. For this reason he rarely left the house. He hada barred room of his own, which no one, eS comicloooks.com ee ee eee