Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 41 of 94
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 41: what you’re looking at
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Aas A PIC-NIC HUNTING PARTY. 48 So far, Pauline Afton had been unusually silent for one of her vivacious spirit. Her thoughts seemed to be far away, and her heart set upon something else than the pleasures of that ride. Her silence finally called forth this remark from Josie: | ; “Paulie, you must be speechlessly enchanted with the pleasures of this ride and the beauties of the prairies, Or, are your thoughts off up the Missouri with Captain Rhymm’s fur-traders ?” zZ “ Why, Jcsie, I assure you I speak whenever occasion de- ~Mands,” replied Pauline in her usual musical voice. But in her reply she evaded the trath—an affirmative answer to Osephine’s question, for at the time her thoughts were upon Colonel Aylesworth, her affianced lover, whose return had been expected for several days, with mauy misgivings in con- Sequence of the prolonged absence. However, in order that her own indifference might not mar the pleasure: of the occa- Sion, she at once opened a play of words with Josie and her Sallant and charming escort.. In this nranner they rode un- til What had at first seemed like a couple of small clouds hang- ing low on the horizon, began to assume a more material and distinct form, when Josephine Markham changed the subject by exclaiming: “Oh, dear, look yonder! Those objects must be two small Mountains, Mr. De Ramee !” | : “Yes, they are the Two Buttes, Miss Markham,” replied De Ramee, “and near their base we will find buffalo, if we find them at all.” “Or, the Sioux,” added Pauline Afton. Alfonso De Ramee turned quickly on his saddle, and glanced a little strangely and inquiringly at Pauline, for there Was a depth of earnestness in her tone that seemed to give the young man some uneasiness. a “You ladies, surely, are not apprehensive of danger, are You ?” he asked, while a soft, pleasant langh eseaped his lips. “Oh, not at all, Mr. De Ramee,” replied Pauline, in a Matter of fact tone, intended to set the subject at rest. And 80 it did, aud another matter at once sprung up for discus- Sion, and lasted until De Ramee finally drew rein and halted the party. 3.9 conniclooolkksse@ i