Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 28: what you’re looking at

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30 FOGHORN PHIL. Phil, “ one hair o' the young colonel’s head are avenged ! One cussed varmint is sent to grass.” , } “ Boys!” exclaimed young Bassett, starting suddenly up, his face flushed with joy; “the colonel is not killed—only — stunned by a bullet grazing his temple !” “Then bandage it at once,” said Foghorn Phil, “and don’t be sparing o’ water on the wound for the Missouit's full o’ it. Bathe his head well, and keep down the fever, and arter , awhile give him a ‘ single” or two from our jug o’ ager pre- ventative ; aud by the time he comes around, [}l slide over — and bring the scalp of that Injin for the colonel to take home to his Jady-love. <A ’tarnal Injin that can’t shoot better’n — that at that distance ort to be skinned alive.” “Tt is a good thing for the colonel that he couldn’t shoot any truer,” said young Bassett. | “ I know it, I know it,’ replied the trapper-scout ; “but — then, for all that, it speaks bad for our western marksmen; I don’t keer. if they are our enemies. You see I’m inclined to ginerosity, boys, as well as [njin ha’r,” and with a soft chuckle at his own conceit, the scout sprung lightly into the canoe that was tied alongside the raft. “ Now, boys,” he continued, “if any one o’ you want to go with me, drap overboard here.” Judge Trout and Jake Du Busk both sprung in with the scout, and then the three pulled out toward the shore. By this time, Colonel Aylesworth manifested signs of speedily recovering consciousness, and by the time Foghorn Phil and his companions had reached the shore, he was en- abled to rise to a sitting posture and inquire after his wound, its nature and extent. | In the mean time the three trappers had reached the point where they desired to land, and Phil and Du Busk had gone ashore and were creeping up the bank, leaving Trout to guard the boat. The two had nearly gained the top of the bank when a low moan fell upon their ears, coming from ‘the clump af bushes before them. They knew it had not issued from the lips of the savage, for him they could see lying perfectly mo- tionless, his body half-way out of the thicket and his head still hanging over the edge of the bank. connicloooks-conm)