Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 41: what you’re looking at

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aw > THE INDIAN CAMP. 43 in the rocks, he could see the speakers. At least a undred Indians were on the platform, seated in various po- sitions, conversing in short, terse sentences. Not far from the place where he lay hidden, a group of these attracted the attention of the forester. One of these was Barbed Arrow, one a Jesuit priest, and the third a Frenchman of remarkable appearance. He was very large-framed, and apparently pos- sessed great muscular strength. His dress was gaudy, bediz- ened bere and there with gold and silver lace and richly-em- broidered. He wore heavy boots, reaching tothe knee. His face was reddened by exposure to the sun and the influence of old wine, of which he was a great lover. His nose was hooked, like the claw of a vulture, giving his face the expres- sion of a beast of prey. In his weapons, as in his dress, he was inclined to foppishness, for every article was’ heavily in- laid with the precious metals, and in the hilt of his dagger blazed a diamond of great value, This was one of the most active partisans in the French service—a man of low birth, whose instincts were bloody, and who was a tool of the Jes- uits because he was one of their order—a man who would not turn aside for any such petty obstacle as a- human life, if it lay in the way of his plans. “ And so these fellows went on an expedition without con- sulting you ?” he said, looking at Barbed Arrow. ‘Did not the fools know that they were exposing the whale caterpse, and that it might fail?” = 5. 5) ““ What do they know ?” said the chief. ~yepaee stone they are lumps of earth. They did not so much as bring home a single scalp. I will go to Gah-na-too, who was the fool to do this. without speaking to me, and kill him with my hatchet.” i) “No, no, chief ; ial that. ’ We can not afford to lose a man. And though Gah-na-too is a stupid blockhead, he is &@ good warrior when it comes to fighting; and it will come to that soon. ‘The enemies of France shall be humbled in the dust.” _ “It is just that such should be the case, my’ son,” said the older Jesuit, a crafty smile lighting up his face. “ What if oat ser eee The blood of a hundred heretics is nothing comiclbooks.conn