Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 7: what you’re looking at

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TIM, THE SCOUT. CHAPTER I. THE SCOUT. Aw Trishman stood alone on the bank of the Tippecanoe river, in a state of considerable embarrassment. He was a Stout-built, jovial-looking fellow, with a comical eye and a red face. The time was before the war of 1812, and the ground that portion fought over by General Harrison, when he broke the power of the Prophet, brother of the great Tecumseh, in the battle which gave the veteran the name of “ Tippecanoe.” The river at that point was rather wide, and our Irish friend was looking about for the ways and means of Crossing. “ Bad luck to it, anyhow,” he muttered. “Some divil ay an Injin stole me boat. How will I cross this bit av a river, I don’ know. Arrah, Misther Tim Whalen, it’s not a fish that ye are, any way, so how can ye go over dhry shod? Let mevyonce put me eye on the blaguard phat sthole me canoe, and be the big brogans on me feet, I’ll bate the head av him. Come, now; this doesn’t look well, at all, at all.” He was dressed in plain clothes, but was, in fact, one of the most acute rangers in the army of Harrison, and best acquaint- ed with the subtleties of the savages. Tecumseh knew him well, and would have given any thing for his scalp. But, that wily savage was possessed of enough of the elements of chiy- alry to respect a man who had the adroitness possessed by the Irishman, combined with a sturdy courage, which is a distin- guishing characteristic of the race who inhabit the “ Green Isle.” Full of foibles, as they are, inconstant to the last de- gree, bad Generals, as a rule, they “are the best fighting men . any countty can supply. They only need to be led well, and their strong arms and brave hearts will do much to insure’ a victory. England’s battles, for many a year, have been fought mainly by this gallant people. Give them all justice, comiclooks.con <_