Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 47 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 47: what you’re looking at
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“Skulp me! but this is a qu’ar business I've gone in!” mut- tered the trapper, Et oct) opaehareet “ but I'll foller till I tind out something.” The way became more broken, but the: noble brute kept up his steady, unswerving gait the'same as on the open prfairie. miles, and were ranging along the mountain-side, when he caught the glow of:e light directly infront of the’girl, and to- ward which she was manifestly traveling. “ Now I shall soon know something,” he muttered, as he saw the beacon, and allowed the distance between them somewhat to increase. It was not long before he made the discovery thatthere was an Indian village ahead: He was not a little surprised at this, as he had never known of a tribe having their settlement in this place. Still his surprise vanished in a great degree when — he recalled the well-known nomadic habits of all red-skins, and © remembered that he had never been in this precise place before, although he had frequently passed so near it, : He made as thorough a reconnoissance as possible, and learned that the village was a very small one, numbering scarcely over twenty lodges. The d:urkness, however, did not conceal the taal fuphci nieetadadtaanditen more substantially built than was common among the Indians, from which it followed that if these were Blackfeet, they were a select branch which did not mingle with the principal tribe. When this little village was reached, the unknown lady van- ished from view. She seemed to ride directly among the lodges, where some one probably took ieagerot her’ econ and she went to her own home. lack ‘Tom tarried some tinat, bt Iearisa-tiesiooanete,. He saw lights glimmering dimly through the skins of which the lodges were composed, and he could hear the subdued rumble of voices within. At first he intended to steal his way among ; but, as there was nothing particular to be gained ” , he refrained. part of the night was consumed, and Tom has- feeling that he had need of sleep, as he had deprived of it altogether the night -before. He kept to | the track in re@firning, and entered the mouth of the cafion © i comicloooks.conn