Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 25: what you’re looking at

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MISSING. 27 Aylesworth, it seemed as though he controlled them with a Mesmeric influence. On the subject of spirits, the border- Man believes as strong in their existence as the more educated “1d orthodox do in the existence of a land beyond the grave. his Ruymm knew, and the colonel saw that he did not want him or Bussett to gainsay the whims of the trapper; for all, he afterward expressed a fear that the phantom of the river Was some female spy in the service of the Milk River Tra- ders, « ns “ However,” the captain finally said to the crew, “I am Sing ashore to look after Iu Busk myself, and will join you 4t the island. You need have no fears for me, boys, for I Shall take care of my own hair.” The party all looked for Foghorn Phil to object to the cap- lain’s purpose, for while Rhymm was the chosen. leader of the party, its safety and» course of movements were virtually Mtrusted to the superior knowledge and experience of their Scout, Foghorn Phil. In fact, Raymm bad only been chosen Captain of the band, out of that respect which the uneducated are’so apt to venerate in one of superior intellectual talent ; for all, he possessed but a tithe of border lore, compared with that of the dashing, fearless Foghorn Phil, There were two canoes on board the flat-boat, and one of these was et once launched. Then one of the crew took the “iptain over to the shore, returning with the canoe as sooy as hymm had landed. The latter then moved back into the Woods and was soon lost to view of those on the raft. | “Cap Rhymm are an almighty slap-up good fell boys,” Said Phil,as though he regretted his departure, “ but he’s a leetle ‘00 headstrong and pull-back ’bout danger ; and he’s got jista taint of consait. The scrape of an Injin bullet across his head ll eure him o’ that, fur we’ve got to have our eye-teeth Cut afore we'll listen to the voice o’ wisdom gpeakin’ thro’ %g@ and experience. Mebby he’ll find Jake Du Busk, and Mebby he won't, for Jake’s a leetle skeery ’bout spirits, and If he see’d that phantom, lll bet he’s at the north pole by how,” “Do you think, Foghorn, that the cap’n would take the Wubble to look fur us if we war missin’ ?” | : The Speaker was one of the oldest men in the party, who, conicloooks. com