Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 21: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A TERRIFIED IRISHMAN, 23 sound, and both stole hastily out to the edge of the timber to see what it meant. As they did so, they saw 1T going leisurely toward the ridge, its head being away, and its side partly toward them. Both the hunters indentified it on the instant. It was smaller in size than the grizzly bear, but was unlike any creature that either had ever seen. Its appearance, so far as they could judge, allied very well with what they had heard. li had an immense head, short, thick legs, that moved some- what clumsily over the ground, and a long, bushy tail, like a squirrel, that was curled over its ‘back, as is frequently seen with that diminutive creature. But the most striking feature about it was its color, = It was a Clear night with a faint moon, so that the hunters could not see clezrly, but they ‘distinguished the leopard-like spots and zebra- Jike’ stripes, | that dotted and encircled every part of its head and legs, and on the impulse of the moment, Black Tom raised his rifle and fired st it. He was pretty certain his bullet struck, but if it actually did, the creature paid not the least heed, bait moved away ala leisurely gait, and speedily vanished. Such is an account of the first encounter with the fearful hondeseript, whieh, once seen, couli! ever be forgotten. Since then they had wry Arecnd of it, although they heard many murvelous fit when they 1 reached the settlements on the border. i Simecit Jeeil A full hour had passed since the report of Teddy’s gun, and old Sebbins and Black Tom were conversing in their hashed way, when fa data startled by the sound of rapidly- approaching footsteps, and they had scarcely time to look up, when Teday dashed up to” mig eng tae vail brea ath- less. “ What's the matter demand ded his friends, ; grasping their rifles and starting to their feet. “The divil! the divil!’ “T've seen him! I shook hands ys him, and he’s comin’!”— é Where? whére?” om of 1 © There! there!" replied the appall rishman, pointin “and glancing toward Lie prairie.“ He’s comin’ ; he'll be here ima minit! Blessed Lyte protect me !” 2 ibe Commicbooks.com