Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 19 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 19: what you’re looking at
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, THAT “ THING.” 21 “ Mebbe it’s gone away,” added Stebbins, speaking not his belief, but his hope “It will be a powerful lucky thing for us if it has” , As frightened children huddle close together, around the even- ing fire, at the thought of the dreadful ghost, so these two stern- feattied’ men, Whose faces had neyer blanched when the howls of the myriad red-skins, who were ‘closing around them, sounded in‘ their ears, now instinctively sat, closer, together, and looked off furtively in Sint as if in i dread of sou.é coming and appalling monster. But this sudden exhibition of fear was mostly temporary i in its manifestations. As each clutched his trusty rifle, and re- called the terrible weapon of which, he was master, their confi- dence almost, but not entirely, returned. “ If that thing does come, y. spoke old Stebbins, in his: deliberaté but emphatic mek, Aes can get the chance, I'm going Suen Rasta and clean.” ; i “ §’posen it doesn’t h ae thera EAT “ That's onpossible.” “ Dunno,” acrorrn Black Tom, “from what we've hearn of it, they say, it don’t mind our guns.” “ Ef it can stand a shot from my gun, then thar ain't no use in talking,” was was the response of the old, hunter. - ’ “ Don't you mind what ne it?” al Stebbins, some minutes ay ai “Edd hear what you ; "yo risky ole 2 ean ace nt Sea son, when h ers rie a Sa warn't a npecrim li doy , Re nl, AP. War Tiding up one... side of a ridge, tbat € top they met the Ying, coming up t’other a Bey st ail of ie and the whole four fired right into, oh “Wal »” “It give a sort of a snuff, turn ed’ tail toward ? ‘em, and walkéd away, a3 though they hadn't done nothin’ more nor Sneeze at it.” epee “ That's Sam’s story,” r Tom. _ ‘ey allers b'l'eved he told a-thinderin’ lie about it, ‘cause why, thar ain't no aniznile ok could stand four ine fater right into his face,” “ That's what I say,” ussented Stebbins. “Sam and the (iheriy comiclooolks.com