Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 27: what you’re looking at

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: A RELIC DEMOLISHED. 29 “What is the matter?” said Austen, anxio.sly. “Are you burt ?” - “Hurt bedarned. Hurt? ’Tain’t nothin’ I s’pose to break & man’s pipe in that unnat’ral way! Look yer; I had that pipe in my mouth. "Twas a good pipe, and has bin in the fam’ly nigh three hundred year. Yes, it has, by gum. Oh, darn your painted hide, Mr. Injin! Ef I don’t have your sculp for that, then I’m a sucker.” And, shaking his fist at the Indians on the shore, Bill took to the paddle, and was soon safe from the fire of the enemy. CHAPTER IV. THE ISLAND HOME. > WueEwn there was no longer any danger from the fire of the ; savages, Bill ceased his labor and mournfully collected the shat- tered fragments of his pipe, muttering curses against the hand that sped the bullet. “°Tain’t no ornery clay pipe, you know, capt’in,” said he. “Ef it was, do you think I would make such a fuss over it? But the truth of the matter is, that pipe has bin in the fam'’ly so long I hate to lose it in such a dumb foolish way. Three . . , hs % r% Ps ee Le a Oe \ hundred year my folks has kept that pipe, and now—” “ya “T bought it for you in Albany.” “ “ Wha-a-a-t ?” 5 “I bought that pipe in Albany,” replied the young man, “ Now don’t pretend to get angry, old boy. Here is a piece he of the stem you didn’t throw over, and I know old Vander- decken’s pipes too well to be deceived.” M To the captain’s surprise, Bill Epps took him by the hand and shook it warmly. “Thank you, capt'in, thank you. It’s took a weight from my mind. Come to think it over, I left my gran’ther’s pipe at home, packed up in cotton. The fam’ly relic is safe; I em could weep tears of joy.” oo ae “ Nonsense! Don’t be a fool.” . ae = aie Comicbooks;¢om eth ont. rr. | va. a ° . ad ny .