Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 17 of 100
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AN ODD CHARACTER. — 2 19 Like a true Irishman, he dearly loved a_row, and ‘undoubt- edly he frequently “ pitched into” a party o f Indians, out.of a hankering ror it, when prudence told him to keep a respectable distance between him and his foes. On this afternoon, when riding, forward over the prairie, old Stebbins indicated to mie ie grove. where they proposed spend- ing the night, when an instantly. demanded : “ And what is it hea ‘are. a-g wine io make yer sooper upon ?” “ We'll have to hunt up something,” replied Tom; * we're out of ven’son, and thar don’t.seem to be any fish meds “Do yees go ahead, and make yerselves aisy,” instantly added Teddy. “T'll.make a sarcuit around the hill yonder, jist as I ‘used to sarcle around Bridget O’Moghlogoh’s cabin, when I went a-coortin’, to decide whether to go down the chimney or through the pig-stye in the parlor. “Do yees, rest aisy, I say, and I'll bring the sooper to yees.”. And with this merry good-by, he struck his wearied pony into a gallop, and speedily disappeared over the ridge to which . reference has been already made, and the trappers Damed on to... the grove, where | we must spend a few minutes with them, be, fore following the fortunes of the Irishman, ‘who speedily dove, head vecomeety jnto. the most singular and Pipyagine ‘adventure of hi The hunters li d some time time for a return-shot or shout to = -; old Stebbins - I aie the sound UF till esi ‘for I've fired it often "nough.” “ Wal, thar hain’t been any answer to it, as I guess it was p'inted at some animile instead of redSkin.” This seemed to be the Conclusion of both, as they gave no further thought to the absent member of their party. . It was-a mild day in late summer, before the vegetation had given any indication of the approaching cold season. The hunters had ventured thus early into the trapping-grounds for _ two reasons: one was to Inislead the Blackfeet, who would be ; looking for their coming a month or two later, and the other reason will become apparent hereafter. “To-morrow we'll strike the trapping-grounds,” said old Stebbins, in his carcless manner, as he lazily whiffed his pipe. Commicloooks.aconn