Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 26: what you’re looking at

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28 MOHAWK NAT. and they began to look aboutthem for a place to climb the bluff. This Nat determined to prevent, and quickly gather- ing a quantity of loose stones, he piled them up on the edge of the bluff, keeping out of sight, Then he lay down close to the verge, with a stone in each hand and waited. Soon a head, covered by long black hair, with a single feather pver each ear, rose slowly into view. As it did so, the long arm of the scout was raised and fell with crushing force upon the head of the Indian. The skull actually cracked under the foree of the blow, and thesavage rolled back upon the plat- form, alighting on his head and shoulders with a loud thump, * Poor feller,’ muttered Nat. “ Fell down,I guess) Now ain't that too bad!” The blow had come so suddenly that the Indians below really did not know what had caused the fall. Waiting half a minute another head came in sight. This was the man who-had expressed so strong a desire for the scalp of Long Arm. Again that powerful hand swept like a flash through the air, falling with sickening force upon the head bent closely down to the earth in the effort to crawl over the sharp facial line of the cliff... The body disappeared, and a dull thud announced the blow’s result. In falling, the Huron struck upon the half-resuscitated body of the savage who had pre- ceded him, almost driving the little breath a him out of his carcass. “Ugh !” sgrs ceed ocreesd rm “Dednias got no breath !” : “Think some one up on rock,” said the last victim, look- ing up. “ Somet’ing hit you on head, eh ?” “ Head broke in two, five, seven gem All eons the other, groaning. The rest of the gang began to realize that there was danger in ascending the cliff. Those who had climbed half- way up retreated in a very precipitate manner, casting looks of comical dismay at the precipice, from which they feared a new descent of stones. Nor were they disappointed. Rocks began to rattle about their ears, and they betook themselves to the nooks and crannies of the bluff, from which they peeped out and meditated their plan of attack. “ You got it that time, you bloody skunks,” muttered Nat. cComichooksscom OO —