Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 35: what you’re looking at

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BARBARIC FINERY. 87 had seized the opportunity for display and his whole availa- 6 force was paraded in view of the Spaniard, whom he Wished to impress strongly as to his power. But the Span- ‘ard was of the stock which marched from Tampa Bay to the ~ “ocky Mountains under grand old De Soto, and he, at least, did not fear them. Silver Lance stood at the doorway of his lodge. He had thrown aside his half-civilized dress and appeared in all his ‘dian finery. Upon his wrists were bracelets of solid gold, Which were of great value, though rudely made. Upon his fad was acirclet of gold into which were set waving plumes of Varied shapes and colors. A gaudy scarf was thrown over Tichly-embroidered hunting-shirt, belted at the waist by a €xican cavalry officer’s sword-belt, with a rich golden Yekle, His lower limbs were incased in leggins of the best Wk-skin, fringed and ornamented by the bands of the wo- | nen of his village, who took pride in the appearance of their lef, and not a few of whom sighed fora place in his lodge. 'T, if Blazing Star seemed to care little for the honor he °uld have conferred on ber, she had many rivals who would Willingly have taken ber place in the affections of the chief, < , at the age of thirty-five, had’no partner in his lodge. _ te] By heavens, a most noble-looking chief,” said Senor Cas- ar. “T hope that our mission will not be fruitless.” “I Would not put too much confidence in personal appear- “Nee,” said Lieutenant De Forest, the then leader of the Tex- Rf “Tf Captain Campbell were here he would tell you that IS Chief ig one of the most furious raiders in the Comanche “Ountry,.” hiss No donbt, no doubt,” said Castelar. “ But then, you must stand that these chiefs may be won by presents.” ! le don’t look like it, at any rate,” said De Forest. “ My “aa is that we shall never get your daughter without a Bit. Pve more faith in cold steel and in rifle-bullets than . 'plomacy when you deal with Indians. I believe that if iy tain Campbell were here he would tell you that our plan it the best—to make a burst upon the village, drive out at ¢ Warriors, and take our cbance of finding your daugh- emer 8) i xs a | , The last resort, Senor De Forest—the last resort. If we 2 ee | comicbooks.conm