Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 10: what you’re looking at

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12 MOHAWK NAT. a tribe of them? Can ye make them any better than a set of mis’rable, hoss-stealin’, house-burnin’, murderin’, scalpin’ vagabones? ‘Course ye kuin’t.. It stands to reason ye kain’t, ’enuse anybody knows they a7’. Ill take a contract to wipe out the name of Injin from this colony in jest seven weeks by the clock, ef anybody thinks it wuth while to pay me for the trouble.” “ All stuff, Nat. Many a year meats pass. before we shall be rid of these human tigers, and we shall have trouble enough with them. What with unscrupulous and daring military ‘men and Jesuit priests with the craft of Satan, the French have matters their own way with the Indians.” _“ That's what makes me mad,” said Nat, wrathfully. “Our Ginerals ain’t wuth an old moccasin; they lacks pluck and sense. ~ I know what a Jesuit is: he’s a snake; take my word for it, he’s nothin’ more nor less than a pizon, crawlin’ rip- tyle. How do you killa snake? You put your foot on him and serunch his head, don’t you? Hew do you kill a Jesuit? Scrunch him, of course ; that’s the only way; and may I eat lizard soup when I forgits eprenes these mis’rable agents of blood and Popery.” “You can not eay any thing wa. sheed of the Jesuits, Nat,” said the other. “They have been at the bottom of all the ‘deviltry practiced by the Indians during the last ten years. The worst of it is, you never can catch the oily, hypocritical rascals. They are too sharp for our stolid English ways, or, Tather, too full of deceit and treachery.” “That’s a smart thing for you to say, ain't it now? You, Captain Lewis Miller, a man that everybody knows is as good an officer as there is in the colonial service, an’ better than any Gin’ral in thevrig’lars anywhar! Im ashamed on ye.” “Draw it mild, Nat; I'm buttered enough now. Say I am better than the Governor-General.” “I doveay it. Ye ar’ /” “ Thank you. ” But, that.-will, not, bring back the goods stolen from Tom bran et dr Sg ei house? How are we to catch the thieves ?” - “ And thar Tom Turner sits, a-lookin’ as pleasant as ef his fam’ly wasn’t out in the cold, with no better shelter than a limestun cave. He ain’t got no feelin’ he ain't. He don’t EComicbooksscom