Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 21 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 21: what you’re looking at
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JAN L@SES HIS. TEMPER. ; 88 “ How high ?” “Leven or maybe ten an’ a half. I ain’t a-goin’ ter lie fur-half.a mile. Any way, he jumped half a mile higher than the top, so I reekon it war leven mile, good.” “You vas nice vellers,” said the Dutchman, who had been listening inteutly to the fearful lies of Snodgrass. “ You sees dot yourself, eh ?” “Sartin.” “ He shump ‘leven mile, eh ?” “ Jist about.” “ You vas a liar; I ton’t spoke no fairer as dot ven I says you vas a liar mit pe first vater.. Now look oud; you git mad mit me unt I preak you mit more ash fifty biecen u Snodgrass burst into.a good-natured laugh and extended his hand, “ Bully for you, Dutchy ; what’s yer handle . “Vat ?” “ What's yer hancle—yer cognomen—yer autograph— thunder! Whats yer name ?” “Ob, yah; Jan Pliester.” “ “ Now I'll tell ye what it is Captin Campbell,” said Snod- grass, “Tm goin’ to jine myself to your party, ’cause the Kimmanche are Joose an’ b’ilin’ over ‘with wrathy fury, I ain’t a bad shot, an’ mebbe [ kin make myself useful.” “I’m very glad of your help, Snodgrass,” said Ned, “ Now tell me the truth; bave you seen this Flying Scout 2” . “Cap, ez I war comin’ through this canon I see’d a man ahead of me. He had ona kind of gray cloak that came down to his knees, an’ when he see me he giv a kind of screech. an’ hopped over the rocks. . When I got to ther place I couldn’t see bide nor hair of him.” _“ That is the man,” said Ned; “I must run him down, for he has in his hands a beautiful girl. known as the Blazing Star.” “Her! Thunder, Cap, ain’t she a bu’ster? Why, when them greasy thieves, the Kimmanche, caught me on the Santa Fe trail, didn’t she let me loose an’ give me back my hoss an’ shooter? Cap, I'll go my last beaver-pelt an’ throw in my Own pelt to help thet thar gal.” “ Understand me first; I don’t want you to hurt the Fly- ing Scout. He has never injured me, and I don’t think that, COMMIGCOOKSsCOln,