Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 14 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 14: what you’re looking at
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Mm, 16 SQUATTER: DICK. - / “Taint mother's voice, noryis, it, Sally’s, for when ttiey spoke, it used to jsound Jow and soft, like 5) an’ this rings like, the harrican a-whistlin’ through the limbs 0 adead pine. I Cain’t, tell jestly what it, says, but you'll h’ar it afore long, or thas’s no faith in .« Jong -bar'] an! a quick trigger. » |“ Yas, boys, ef you're sharp, you'll leave ‘these diggin’s in’ & bupry;.but thet won't save you, nyther, fer-the devil thet’s in. me wouldn't let me leave you alone, cven ef I wanted to, which I don’t, an’ never will, Tl foller you to: the» cend 0’ the worki fust, but what I'll hey revenge. Its war. ‘to! the bitter eend, now, atween us,an’ Til strike shore an’ strong when you least expect it. But my head burts an’ 1 must git a leetle sleep, ef I can, fer ’'lb Lev to be:cunnin’:as thé swamp- fox, an’ still, as. the| copperhead when I’m: after you. Til strike like him, too, an’ the bite 2 beassliore- death as bis’n £’ Remoying the:old: slouched hat from his head, the squatter pressed his parched. lips toctle; roughly-catved names upon the slab, and then. drove it firmly into the» ground at: the head of the graye. . Then) lying: down upon the damp earth, with the mound for a:pillow, ahd one arm wound around the headboard, ; bin tn a arian i asamp irést in slumber > “It-wasea | coahlligs acene, this: linking ‘together, even. in deste of. mother, and! davghter,son and. brother; the’ one warm in life and strength, the others cold and still ,in the depths of the graves It was the one great redeeming trait in the rough claracter of the rude man, this) pure and holy af- fection, .The,one.beautiful oasis in the otherwise Dleak and barren desert of his life ; now, alas, blasted forever! — tu b 44 & see *** fi > t 13 - t . 57" : if ii 5) i> ; PML gasses bd ~ ; > te ee mle Wit) 2 “ J : ; 31941 9 i 2 ! I ; ‘ oD be ~ibé asitth M2 Atte 7th, 2. ‘ . id j e. JiJ a 1) > conmiclooolkks. conn