Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 23: what you’re looking at

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FIRST BLOOD. 25 “Whoop! by the rampin’ tigers 0’ the Big Horn, boys !” '€ exclaimed, “ef I, Foghorn Phil, ar’n’t had a taste o’ Injin blood—pure, undefiled Si-ox blood! And thar’s the docke- - Ment that says so, too! Gor almighty, boys, we’re gorin’ to ‘ive a skrimshus ole time with the Si-oxes, an’ thai’s no tell-_ nt’ whar our ha’r'll be in a week from now, for drat my ole “ats if thar isn’t a Si-ox bebind’ every tree along the river ar- ter ye git a ways down to’rds the Milk.” “ Was it necessary for you to slay the owner of that scalp, Foghorn ?” inquired the captain, eying the bloody trophy ; Or did you kill him out of pure love for Indian blood ?” “Thunder, Cap, I couldn’t tell what I done it fur, more than outen a nateral instinct. You see I’ve been eddecated ‘0 punch a red-skin wharever I got a squinter on ’im, and ye ‘how one must alers foller his trainin’. This yer red blood- fuzzler kem prancin’ out 0’ a clump o’ bushes afore tbe ole Sghorn o’ the Missouri, like as what he war gorin’ to chaw Ne right up, when up went my ole gun, and slam-bang went the Injin to. grass, while a chunk o’ breath, in the shape o’ a yell, slipped out o’ his mouth, that I reckoa they heard at the North pole. Then I secured the honeysuckle’s raven tresses, And lit out like two-forty on ther turnpike.” “IT am sorry that blood has been shed, as the Sioux will leave nothing undonegto avenge it,” said Captain Rhymm, re- gretfully, “ Have you seen Du Busk since he went over onto the other side of the river, Foghorn ?” ~ Have not, Cap,” replied Foghorn Phil, leaning forward, With his hands clasped over the muzzle of his rifle, and his Chin resting upon his hands. “I hope the boy won't git his Poll shaved by the cussed Si-oxes.” | . “Tm afraid he’s already in trouble,” replied Rhymm; “ but What do you propose to do¥ Go on, or tie up 2” “ Neither one, Cap; if we goon, we might run kerslap Mo a hull Satan’s mint o’ red-skins; and if we should swing ‘N and tie up to the shore, they might board us at any time. Nchor in the middle o’ the river, say I, and then the varlets Will have some swimmin’ to do afore they git to us.” “But the river is too deep and the current too strong to anchor here with poles,” replied Captain Rhymm. “ Wal, then, I'll tell ye,” said Foghorn Phil; “’bout half comiclbooks.com