Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 20: what you’re looking at

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23 MOUNTAIN NED. slung him, you see, an’ I waant right down bilin’ mad or I'd ‘a’ sent him way acrost to Ossawattainie.” : “You are right, my friend,” said Mountain Ned. “You can’t lie worth a bit. Perhaps you have heard of me, Cap tain Ned Campbell of Brazos ?” “Know you? Bet Ido! Why, yousaved my lite ‘one’t.” “The dence I did! Was I asleep at the time?” “ Not any, you was riding the plains with your ranger’ up by Casa Grande an’ I was leggin’ it acrost the’ plains with bout twenty ’Rapaboes arter me, but you Come down on ‘em like a flood an’ cleaned ’em out.” “T remember that circumstance but I did not seé you,” “*Course not; I was snakin’ it among the ruins when you was Carvin’ 3 them cussid ’Rapahoes. You ¢haged ’em out of sight an’ that’s the last I see of you until the pregjnt moment.” : “Let that go for the present, Mr. Bitodeeees, ” said Moun- tain Ned, “ J—’ " Hold on,-Cap ; mister, did ye say ? Now don’t yotinnityes insult me ag’in by sayin” that word tome. TnY'V. Snodgrass Esq., the pride an’ flower of the rollin’ West, but I ain’t no mister.” “ All right, Snodgrass; beg pardon for the slip “of the tongue. I was chasing a man when I came down hére, a fellow who calls himself Flying Scout, and who jumped off these rocks.” | Snodgrass looked up the rocks with “a comical re gene , on his freckled face. “ From up thar, stranger ?’he asked, pointing to the summit. Campbell nodded gravely, and an expression of whimsical despair came into the eyes of V. Snodgrass. “Tm afraid you yb down by the Brazos’don’t mind. — tellin’ a whopper now an’ then, Cap. Why ; ivs a sale feet up thar.” “T tell you be jumped down—or rather flew down, for he unfolded huge wings to aid him in the descent.” “ Oh, yes, yes,” said Veracity, becoming himself suddenly. “ Now I seem to understand who you mean. J’ve see’d the — critter tp hyur on the Navajo Mount’ins, an’ the pizen eritter ' jumped clean over a mountin “leven mile high” ~~ Conmmicoooks. conn