Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 8 of 116
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 153: Mohawk Nat — page 8: what you’re looking at
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10 MOHAWK NAT. to devise ways and means of protecting themselves from these inroads of their foe. The frequent incursions of the French had caused the in- habitants of the region north of the Mohawk to organize, ready to fly to arms at @ moment’s warning. These men were eminently fitted, by sturdy strength and spirit, to deal with their crafty and implacable enemy, in whose service the savages found full exercise for their tiger-like propensities. To hit the bull’s-eye at three hundred yards, and drive a nail at fifty paces with a rifle-ball, was an easy performance for those Mohawk rangers; and they were as practiced in the wiles of savage warfare as the Indians themselves, and knew as well the paths through the mountaivs. Such men, ghoos- ~ ing their own officers and believing. in them, were far superior to the best troops sent out by the crown—Scotch and Irish automatons, who did well in fighting a civilized foe upon the open plain, or in forcing fortifications; but in the woods, fighting savages, they were, in most cases, extremely inefii- cient, : _A group of men were gathered on the north bank of the ‘ Mobawk, not far from what is now the village of Rome. Evidently inhabitants of the region, they were dressed in the strong “ homespun” so well suited to their rough life. Hardy, wiry-looking fellows, they formed the background of our civ- ilization, and from their loins sprung many of the distin- guished sons of the Empire State. Only two of the group demand particular attention in this connection. One was a young man of prepossessing appearance, standing on the bank of the stream, looking carelessly to the south. His hight wag fully six feet one in his moccasins, with a frame admirably proportioned. His dress was somewhat different from that of his companions, being of heavy stuff, of a biu- ish color, formed into a sort of blouse gathered at the waist by a buckskin belt. His legs were cased in tight-fitting leg- gings of the same material, ornamented by rows of buttons on the sides, and drawn under a pair of neat moccasins at the ankles. On his head was a black hat, with a broad brim, u good protection from the rays of the sun, This bat was ornamented by a drooping feather of a dark color, His face, conmiclooolks. com