Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 16: what you’re looking at

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18 FOGHORN PHIL. them, there being no territorial law by means of which each party could protect its territory against the encroachments of the other, 7 | With these two companies we have to do. The Big Horn traders were under the command of one Roscoe Rhymm, and were composed of hunters from the Yellowstone and Big Horn rivers. They were all Americans, and men who had seen much service on the frontier, The head-quarters of this company was at Fort Union, at the mouth of the Yellow- stone. The Milk River party was under the leadership of one Henri Nugle, &® mun of French extraction and ques- tionable character. The party was principally made up of Sioux Indians and French half-breeds, with a few rough characters from the States. The Big Horns numbered in all about twenty men, and the Milk Rivers, about thirty; and although they had never met face to face, each party had sworn to wreak a terrible vengeance upon the other on the first occasion offered ; and as they were men who feared no dangers, the conflict threatened to be a deadly one wheii it did come. The day was well spent—a balmy October day of the year above mentioned—when a large flat-boat was descending the Missouri river about five miles above the mouth of the Milk. It was the boat of the Big Horn Traders, who were returning from a trading trip up the river, and the bundles of skins and furs piled upon the deck bore evidence of its having been a successful one. The traders were all aboard the craft, with the exception of two scouts sent on in advance of the boat to reconnoiter the way, and in addition to the party, there were a couple of young men aboard who did not belong to the company, but had, for the sake of sport and adventure, accompanied the traders up the river. Captain Roscoe Rhymm, the leader of the band, was a man of about thirty years, and a little above the medium size. He might have been called handsome by some, but f6 the closer student of human nature, there was the air of a cold, stern, arbitrary disposition, and a cold, unsympathizing heart, lurking within the shadows of his dark eyes and about his full, sensual mouth, that more than neutralized the prepos- comiclbooks.com