Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 58 of 98
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Set = THE WHITE HERMIT. = a al pt ‘ a “You git out,” replied the guide, returning to his old whim- 3 sical manner. “I guess you’ve done it already. Now go back r and bring me my powder-horn and rifle. I forgot ’em wher - T eame away.” * All right,” said Austen. “ Any thing else?” ‘Se « Waal, ef you could manage to bring me a morsel of some- = thing to eat, I'd like that.” ; “Oh; are you hungry again ?” mre “You bet I am; dreffully.” 5 Austen laughed, and went back to the party, and they en- tered the cave together. They found the chief much stronger, ___ and sitting up on his blankets. He received them with a grave ____ bow, and a stately grace which sets well upon the native chief. “ My heart tells me that the gray-haired chief has done much REL to give back strength to Chenango,” he said. “ Is it not so?” os “ Next to Bill Epps, you owe him your life,” replied Aus- ten, disregarding the gestures of Marstowe, who would not have had his good deeds spoken of. “ Perhaps more to him than to Epps, because his skill was greater.” “This man than is my father,” said the chief, rising, and placing the hand of Marstowe upon his heart, “Let him take the thanks of the Indian, for he was kind when the =a chief had no claim upon him.” a . “Let Chenango make haste and get strong again, for the es - red wolves how! about the wigwam of the Gray Hair,” said Austen, adopting the figurative language of the Oneida. “Hat Dare the wolves of the St. Regis prowl about S the house of the Gray Hair? Let them fear the wrath of _ the Oneidas, the strong men of the Six Nations. What chief __ Teads the St. Regis to battle ?” = _ ©The masked chief.” “Ugh!” said the Oneida. “Then let my father put a hatchet into the hand of Chenango, and he will go forth and slay the white chief of St. Regis.” . pe “When you are stronger. The masked chief can not gome to us here, and after three suns Chenango can go out to battle. Until then, let him rest in peace.” «Tt is:well,” replied the chief. “ Chenango will-listen to i . the words of the young war-chief, for hé speaks good words.” "Three days passed and they heard nothing of the maske¢ comichooks;com