Pulp Fiction, 1871 · page 41 of 54
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— THE DISGUISED INDIAN. "1 when he started; and the oftener he was baffled the moro deter- mined did he become. 4 . | _ Once he had the aim exactly, and pulled the trigger with such vigor that he came nigh breaking it, but found he had not raised the hammer, and when he lowered his piece to rectify the error, and raised it again, the aim was lost. “ Dat ish bad as never vas!” growled the apgered Dutch-. man, as he panted forward again, rapidly gaining on the crea- ture. By and by he was sure of a chance ; he saw the bear sitting on his haunches near the path, and resting his rifle on the crotch of a dead limb, he took deliberate aim at the body of the brute. : His dumpy finger was pressing the trigger again, when he discovered that he was aiming at a stump, and the bear was tumbling along a hundred feet in advance. “ Doonderation !” gasped Hans Bungslager, almost dropping his gun in amazement, “ dat bear must have shpit dat stump up ag’in.” * Nothing daunted, however, he resumed his pursuit, and was gaining quite rapidiy on the creature, when he saw soinc- thing that alarmed him. In hurrying along the path it was frequently only barely discernible, and then when reaching a place where the moon- light streamed down upon it, it could be distinguished with ~.. On one of these occasions Hans saw the bear run on_ its hind feet in a style such as no bear in the world could be trained to do, and in just such a posture as a man would take who was tired of running in a stooping position on his hands and knees. ; The conclusion was inevitable ; he was chasing an Indian disguised as a black bear. . “ Doonder and blitzen !” muttered Bungslager, as a cold chill of terror ran through him at the discovery, “dat ish—dat ish —Sfooney ” Obtuse and reckless as he was at times, the Hollander had brains enough to perceive the deadly peril into which he had run. The Comanche had adopted this artifice to draw him away from his friends, and to encompass his destruction. commiclooolks.comn : alk.