Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 19: what you’re looking at

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SOME NEW TRUTHS. 21 - the stranger all traces of anger vanished and he began to laugh, Before him stood une of those Jong, lank, yellow- haired, comical-looking men who are Yankee by birth but who, while adopting the vernacular of the trapper, retain many Of the peculiar phrases and forms of speech peculiar to “Down East.’ He was greasy and smoke-begrimed, but looked like a ‘tough and wiry customer. “I’m Veracity Snodgrass, the man that never told a Jie. I couldn’t lie; my father never would ‘low it, when I was a boy. He’d take an’ wallop me—lord love my heart alive, how he could wallop & boy when he set his h’art on it! It was beautiful to see him approach a boy an’ invite him to take orf bis jackit. I ‘What are you doing here ?” interrupted Ned. “What am I doin’ hyar? What ar’ you doin’ hyar? Seems to me you ain’t got the conteract to roam these terra- queous mounting an’ these pieceful vales alone. I’m a hun- ter an’ trapper. I’ve killed more grizzlies than any man in the world. Yisterday I met one up hyar by the hot spring an’ I axed him ef be was spilin’ fur a muss, He wur, an’ I jest tuk that thar b’ar by the throat an’ choked him until he run his tongue out an’ he begged fur mercy like a dog. But I fixed bim.” “ What kind of a bear was that ?” “ A. full growed grizzly, old Eph hisself, ’bout fifteen thou- 8and pound weight !” | “Whew w-w-w !” whistled Mountain Ned. “ Veractty Snod- Brass, I think they called you.” “ You bet !” | | “Then, after that story I. may safely say that you ought to have a different name. How would Ananias do?” “Look hyar, stranger; I’m a sleepin’ lion now, but rise my temper an’ I’m the unchained terror of the western wilds, T never lie, Ef I say a thing I mean just what I say, an’ no Man livin’ ever heerd me utter an untruth. Ef thet man 'ves I offer two thousand beaver-pelts to the person that sets him down afore me, that I may rend him asunder in my Wrath, Do you know what I did with a man down byar by Bt. Joe, thet hinted thet I lied? I throwed that man across the Big Muddy—elean. It's only about a mile acrost whar T connicloooks.comn a,