Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 46: what you’re looking at

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48 MOHAWK NAT. speaker, upon which it had rested while he spoke. He had enough of the chivalrous blood of the French nation to un- derstand that it was a shame for him to attack a defenseless man, and that man a prisoner. “ Now listen to me,” he said, “we are both wrong. Rea- oe Dera eek. I would like to be friendly with you.” “You kain’t! It’s ithe ctlh att athe: We ain’t off the same piece. It was bred in me to hate an’ Injin an’ to dis- trust any Frenchman, with the mixed blood in his veins. You needn't flare up ag’in, it’s true that you are sailin’ under two colors.” - ~~ Peste! will you never understand that I forbid you speak- ing of that? Silence your vile tongue, for, as there is a Judge over us all, if I ever hear you speak of it in the presence of others, I will tear out your tongue by the roots and feed it to my dogs. And Ihave them here. Would you like to see them ?” | He whistled in a shrill key, and two huge bloodhounds came bounding to his side. Nat could not help admiring their noble proportions. ‘Strong, broad-chested, with tawny hides and blood-shot eyes, they fawned at their master’s feet, growl- ing viciously at the stranger. “Keep the durned brutes off,” said Nat. “T kain’t say that admire them much. Bah! Git out, there. Don't be smellin’ round.” “ How would you like to have them on your trai] ?” asked Le Renard. “Do you think they would make good scouts ?” “No,” replied Nat. “They are too much like Frenchmen. Their mouths are always open. Now see here, Le Renard, I want to ask you a fair question. Do your men make good scouts? And don’t they gabble too much ?” “They are the worst scouts in the world,” answered Le Renard, honestly. “ And th ey certainly talk toomuch. There te candor Soi ycah Shen satel you that, for forest business, my men are’ a “They are not open to the ae oso ceili sll Wey Gb tds tie A then they yell enough to raise the dead from their grayes,” Nat. “J ike a man, in a fight, to set his teeth until they Eomichbooksseom