Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 41: what you’re looking at

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WHAT KILLED HIM? “~ 43 advance halted, dud snuffed the air with the: manner ow one who'seented' something suspicious. , — “ What is it?” asked ape whe iting to understand whatit meant. => _* We're near something dend-—hello r As he spoke, the old hunter pointed to a clump of veetiel that surmounted a mass of rocks and: gravel, seemingly with- out any soil to give them existence. From it a huge bird, gorged almost ‘to bursting, laboriously rose a few fect in the air, and floated sluggishly down the cafion, a hundred yards or 6, when it Janded upon a cliff, at a moderate elevation, and then stepped heavily around, so as toface and watch the men that had disturbed him.” “ Thar’s whar it is,” said Tom, looking toward the bushes. The next minute the three moved toward the spot indicated. _Their lives had accustomed them to many repulsive and terri- ble scenes, but all were visibly shocked by what they saw. It was a magnificently-formed Blackfoot warrior, lying flat upon his back, while the bird liad been tearing its meal from his vitals. He had undoubtedly been dead several days, else the odor would notvhave penetrated so far, but there was no bullet-mark upon his ‘person, so far as the three could see without a more minute examination than any oF to make. |“ What killed him ?” asked Black Tom: The baast,” was the instant answer of Teddy. | “ What makes you say that?” asked” nino turning rather sharply wpon the Irishman. “Look how his hid is broke in,” replied Teddy, as he pointed downward. “ Thar: a —_ ‘two things that could _break it in that shtyle.” en : so? otf wie vPteey ete 54 Wal what‘ate thepP' rg oi wellog ont wae “Ar shillalegh winner toads ahbps eilesiatiss one silitaie that can wield the shillalegh but your humble sirvant, Teddy O'Doherty, be the same towken it must have bin the baste.” ~ The trappers acquiesced in ‘thedecision of their companion, ani felt ¢ertain that the Blackfoot had! been’a victim to the fury dt the brute ‘that ‘had so terrified them. -It was plain that he had been struck a terrible blow on the head and face, a blow that had onomeyeeetiatinens sre as — it’ were an ezs-shell. my fertate voi c eite ea th - ‘ comicloooks.corm