Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 25 of 116
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THE HURON WARRIORS. 27 He was satisfied that they would not be so far from. their villages without a leader, either white or red. “Td like to extarminate the hull individdle lot of em,” muttered Nat. “But, P'm jubous thar’s more in the back- ground.” He made a movement on the rock, and some of the loose stone'slid slowly down, rattling over the rocks. The savages looked up; but, as good luek would have it, at the same mo- ment a large bird rose froni the bushes near by and flew away. “ Ugh,” said one of tle Hurons, whose language their white foe perfectly understood. “ Bird do it.” © “Where is Le Renard?” demanded another. “ He prom- ised to come here, some time since. Why does) he stay way ?” _ “Le Renard is very brave,” said the one who had first — spoken. “ He does much for poor Indian. He promised not to let Rn 7 SAE <a orenuil is very mad.” “ Barbed Arrow strikes quick, Wie’ héiareed” “Le Renard says,” replied the other, “ that we shall be safe. Got blankets, got rings, got cloth; all from Yengees.” The savage smiled hideously. “Barbed Arrow wants to be friends with Yengees, and friends with Frenchman. But Hurons must have some enemy, else no scalps.” _ “ Hurons got no scalps, this time;” answered the other In- dian. “Plenty of other things, but no scalp. Must have scalp, somehow, before we recross the mountain.” _ “You won’t have a seulp of your own long,” thought Nat. “Oh, you beanty! Ain’t you handsome? I never did sce sech a sweet youth, and to think that sech a pooty child couldn’t get a sculp. Dear me!” “ Sometime we shall find Long Arm, I hope,” said another of the Indians, using aname by which the scout-was known tothem. “He is out onthe trail He is great warrior ; his scalp worth much. He is erp fe it will be much honor to raise his hair.” At this moment a perfect duluge of the shale stone rattled down the bluff andthe party sprang to their feet. No small animal could baye eaused the stone to fall in such quantity, comlicbooks.comn