Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 33 of 116
The Maid of the Mountain — page 33: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1868. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
encounteréd any thing like this. They faced a wall of solid rock, whence the voice came which warned them. There-was no cliié.2e In spite of their strong pny aati sey sas from thatedreadful place. — “ You begin to feel-thnt: IT upenke: the truth,” said-the sete! “ Serid fof yotr'men. «Let them search for me and see what they find. ; Tepeat, “a secrets of the sierras eg and ; 1 “T begin to think 80,” muttered the captain. * But, we will take:you at-your word. Sound your bugle, Tommy. Nor too loud.” ~Eiiot lifted a:small bugle which he always carried tre. cali his: mien! when he:needed them, and sounded it a certain nunwWer ‘of times. The rangers rose ina body; a detachment of) ten.df ‘them ran toward the officers. © Among the rest came Josh, eager to have a hand in any thing new. His long legs took him: an the as — a speed that rivaled that of albothersp: 6 Jot What's thovan aint tes detent: “Whatn, temniatendia ‘them! »féllers: ran’? What did yew toot on that little a for? What'lr ye rne-ord eunaggee for» anette, e a “Rife questions in ‘me ieestttior andi offer to rade at auc & moment was too much for the captain. of bes’ werd sr -* ¥ou-fool!” said Lane. — ae oviu J M@ . ane trove er ay Ob, don’t git mad now; capting,” returned Josh. 41 aide yew. . dT asked the young feller how he'd trade fer the little horn: I'd like tew toot om it myself. I think I couTd ‘dew, it, « ‘T used tew blow on a horn for the cows, tew hum,» Don’t! yew-wWant: to hire a tooter? - Saye. a Wwind;yew know. I'll work low”... = «= © tr _» The ciptain pushed. tehss oubhig@side-duaton tinfingasitidal up. He issued his orders with fierce veliemenea =| |) * _« S{Up these rocks, lioys, and see if you can find any one concealed there. It is ‘impossible for the fellow ‘to: escape. Search every corner. He must be there. [Tm with you.” ‘They sprung-up the rocks together, .As they did so, an unearthly laugh seemed to issue from the soil beneath their feet—a dismal sound, at which the men paused in blank dis- ‘may'and looked downward, Josh Simpkins bad followed them ~ amicbooketeom