Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 55: what you’re looking at

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THE ISLAND GOING. | 57 of the rest had set foot upof the boat, Dick Trout’s voice was heard to shout : “To yer arms, boys! The red devils have dug through, and are swa’min’ onto the island! Whoop! hurrah for the Big Horns and death !” “ My God, Foghorn, we are too late after all!” cried young Bassett. Then arose a fierce, savage yell from the island, that was answered by a shout from the lips of the traders, Then fol- lowed the rush of feet, the crash of firearms, mingled with the clash of steel, dull, sodden blows, the thump of falling bodies and groans and shrieks of agony. Fogborn Phil, who was stillon the flatboat, started to join in the conflict, but before he could reach the island, an unseen band cut loose the boat, which instantly swung out into the river, culting off Phil and Bassett’s return to the island. “ Great Jupiter !” cried the scout, almost wild with excite- ment, “ the red hellions have cut omr boat loose, and we can never git onto the island! And my Lor’, boys, to think that the boys are in danger, and Foghorn Phil unable to— Gar almighty |! what’s that?” High above the din of the battle, a fearful sound startled the night—a sound like a mighty flood of water rushing through a broken sluice-gate. “Tn heaven’s name, what ise it, indeed ?” cried Captain Rhymm, starting up from his couch. | “Look! Look!” cried Phil, pointing up toward the sky. “Gar almighty, look !+the islan’ is goin’ !” His two companions looked in the direction indicated, and to their horror and surprise, saw the tops of the tall, slender cottonwood trees sinking downward. Then all guessed the cause of that awful rush and roar—a fact that bad been pre- dicted as possible and probable by Foghorn Phil long before they had landed upon the island. ‘The swift-rushing waters, -aided by the tunneling of the Indians, bad undermined the island, and witb an awful sound of rushing waters, it crum- bled to pieces and sunk beneath the waves. Then with a fearful surge, the waters closed over it, and rolled back in Dyivhty waves that bore human burdens upon their foamy crests ! commlicloOolks. coh