Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 105: what you’re looking at

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A BOLD PLAN. and a warrior. The two white men looked at him—Harrod ya- cantly and listlessly, Harvey with that earnestness, that strong affection, which, by some enange instinct, the secret of which he little knew, he had always felt for “The Shawnees are women. There are beasts in the forest, and birds in the air, and fish in the under the se sun; Del tecsare too to hun the forest, too idle to shoot the bird, too stupid to fish the stream, too cowardly to fight with men. w lang-knives in the woods, men ps a pape an w corn e Cnosives their bread, and hunt, and fish like red-men, doing them no harm. And they buried the hatchet, and smoked the calumet of peace with the Indians. But the Shawnees are skunks—they shake hands with the right arm, and kill with the left. They have come like red foxes, and they have stolen the — bird ’’—here he spoke fiercely, and then his voice sunk toa melancholy softness that was quite musical in its deep, mel- low sadness—‘‘they came like ae like skunks and pole- cats, they have killed a woman, and the gpg that could not walk, stolen the little -deer, the son of the with the large heart. hun And he bowed Harrod, «The heart is weary ; the Custa need rest. Let them lie in the cache to-night, and on the trail whea sun hts the rer, made no who, however, earth. Custa will go “Where to?’ asked Harvey, quickly. — Custal then developed pian, which wae simple eno oe There was an In off, and about nine or ten miles though in a straight line, the way was difficult, yet one used to the woods cou and return in a night. Custaloga believed from his intimate knowledge of the tribe to which Tecumseh — the young chief who had saved Amy —belonged, that the prisoners would in the first instance be taken to that place, as the n and also because it was close to the village of Tecumseh himself, who doubtless would claim Amy as his prize. ‘But how do you know it was Tecumseh at all?’ said Harvey. ‘‘My brother is very quick of 930, bas he is not an Indian, born in the woods. Can you read the little marks on a book?” “Well, Custa, what a question ; you know I can.” ‘““And an Indian can read the print of a foot,” said the warrior, with a grim smile, as he saw the pun, but could not check it. “Now for an Injun to make a joke about the print of a foot and the print in a book, is mighty ueer,”’ put in Harvey; ‘‘ wouldn't ane h and show her pretty teeth. She'd say six years’ study had done you good, too.” Custaloga remained silent a mo- ment, as if ashamed of his weak- ness, and then continued his. ex- planation in the same dignified and solemn manner in which he had commenced it. He to enter the village under cover of the night, trusting to his skin, and discover, roaming about, whether was really there, as this woul materially aid their pian the next day. He un- dertook to return before daylight, in time for a short °Tis ”* said Har- “J don’t like ity Costa, A etty kettle of fish if vt Pil not be taken,” replied Custa, simply. comlcloooks.comn