Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 34: what you’re looking at

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36 FOGHORN PHIL, and stationed at the foot of the leaning tree, to guard th! approach to the island. Supper of dried venison and roasted buffalo-rib was pa taken of, after which the party threw themselves upon tbt earth in attitudes of ease and repose, to smoke and “ spit their yarns,” the usual evening pastime of the trapper ané@ hunter. Captain Rhymm wag still suffering from his wounds, and took little part in thestories and jokes of his men, A coucb of skins had been prepared for him, and upon this he sought! rest and repose. Colonel Aylesworth, however, was _ lively as ever and contributed his share, to the entertainments of thé hour, Foghorn Phil and the “ judge” returned shortly after aark and reported that no Indians were to be found in the vicinity, though traces of their having been around quite recently were found all along the river. Many of the less-experienced hunters rejoiced over this sudden disappearance of the enemy; but Foghorn Phil did not, for the act itself led him to sus- pect some demonstration from the Indians that they weré not calculating upon. However, he expected no trouble that night. He knew the savages could have had no inti- mation, nor idea beforehand, that they intended to spend the night on that island; and he was fully satisfied, that, if » e foe had set a trap for them, it was further down the river. Thus arguing, he put the minds of his friends at ease, and all, with the exception of a single guard, wrapped theif blankets around them and seeking comfortable quarters, lay down to sleep. | The night was not very dark, for there was a moon, al- though the shadcws of the trees that fringed the shore shut out its rays from the island, On the south side of the biv- ouac rotled the turbid, moonlit river, while on the north side, the grim, black woods rose up like the wall of some old battlement, | All were soon wrapped in slumber, excepting Woah Phil. After he had lain down, he got to thinking over the events of the day, and the more he thought of them, the more un- easy and restless he became. Ne tried to dismiss them from his mind and go to sleep, but the sound of the swift, rushing. commiclbooks.conn