Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 11: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SPOILING FOR A FIGHT. 13 want to ketch no Injins. He wouldn’t raise the ha’r of one on ’em ef you brought the red villain tew him.” “Wouldn't I?” growled the man called Turner. “ Try me and see.” “You may have a chaince in an bour ef you want to,” said Nat. “ Injins? Pshaw! They ain’t two miles away, an’ the trail growin’ warmer every minnit. All I hope is, that they'll come down on Dorrup* and lay it even with the ground. They will, too. Mebbe Mohawk Nat # a nat’ral fool. JZ don’t know; but he’s got fight in him, dig enough for all thar is to do in these parts.” | + “What are you angry about?” said Lewis Miller. “Tm sure we are ready to go on if there is any prospect of doing any thing. But I confess that I thought the Indians had got into the hills ; and what is the use of following them there ?” “ What’s the use of follerin’ ’em anywhar?” retorted Nut. “We might as well hev staid to hum and Jet Tom Turner build another house for the red niggers to burn. Sarve him ’ right ef they give him a light every year. I ain't goin’ to raise a hand to help him any more, I ain’t. He won't help hisself, but !'m in fur Injius jist as the red niggers is in fur beaver.” “ What do you want us to do ?” “Foller em; drive ’em to the frigids but what we ketch "em. ’Tain’t the fust time they’ve come a-plungin’ down on the Mohawk kentry and burned housen. I ain’t goin’ to Tana, it, nohow. ‘Sides, they wou’t go on fast when they git in the hills. We allus leave off, like-a pack of idiots, jest when we've got ’em. “ Then you think. they lave. halted ?” said Lewis. “ Right, ye uv. They allus halt an’ take breath. Now, they ar somewhar on Canada creek, I knows it. They like that place. It’s a wild, noisy spot. The water is black, as ef Injins hed been washin’ in it up above. But, it turns white at the falls. Dve seen it red afore now.” “ You have had a fight at the falls, then?” | “ Bet ye. A nice little scrimmage as ye would wish to see. Now, let’s pack up an’ git on. We ken heva fight jest ez well ez not. I'm a-wastin’ away fura row. You comicbooks com