Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 46: what you’re looking at

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48 “MOUNTAIN NED. pand, as that of the scout had done, and the girl floated down like a feather into the deep ravine. “Follow us, Captain Campbell,” she cried, looking up at him. ‘ You promised to do so, you know.” — The next moment she disappeared behind the rocks, and Mountain Ned sat down on a Gow last until Jan came up. “T'll beat this game yet,” said Ned, grating his teeth sharply together. “ The girl is sharp, wus I a outwit te or know the reason way ae “ You can’t do it, Ned; dey vas too schmart, Gem two. I nefer sees such a t’ing ash dot = ; lifes. Dey fly like pirds down ter rocks.” ‘Let them go for the present, Jan: Now, @ word in your ear, my boy. I bave found what we came for—gold !” “Dot vas a pig mistake, I dinks.” “ What do you call that ?” He poured into the open palm of the sD ove adi a little of the dust which he bad taken from the bed of the creek. The fellow uttered. a perfect satendienice ns > of delight, for he knew gold-dust well. | : “ Yoost coom away mit me,” he roared. “ Ven I digs mine- self rich, I gone home unt marries Gretchen unt thakes mine- self a shentleindnk again; you coom avay.” The two descended the mountain Cautiously, and after an hour’s walk, reached their camp. Every thing was as it had been left, and the Dutchman leaped into the water and scooped up a calabashful of the shining sand, and began to wash it with the skill of an old miner, The stolid expression — was gone, and in its place the intelligence of the keen gold- | hunter. Such is the influence of the yellow metal, which has, . been a power in the earth since first men bought and sold. Ned Campbell, while he smiled at this eagerness aided Jan_ to the best of his ability, when, turning his eyes above, lie saw sailing through the air a small paper balloon, which, even while they gazed, exploded with a loud crash, and burst into flame. | “Hurrah,” he cried, throwing down the calabash. “The rangers are come, so god: by golds and hurrah for the clash — of steel and the rattle of rifles!” - ; tall . Cconmmicoooks. conn