Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 60: what you’re looking at

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62 FOGHORN PHIL. to land the traders on the big island jist below here, but don't git skart. Ye can hide in thar among ’em bushes, and be as safe as a bug in a rug,” The girls readily obeyed his instructions and stepped from the boat onto the island, when Bumble at once pulled off and turned up the river. Again the maidens were alone, more helpless than ever, for they were surrounded by the waters of a deep, rushing river, with no chance of escape, should Bumble never return, They crept in among the dense vegetation with which the island was covered, and seated themselves on an old drift- log. ‘“ Oh; Paulie!” said Josephine, after they had expressed their great joy and thanks over their being enabled to obtain a few minutes’ rest and respite from dangers, “ what if Bum- ble is a bad man, and intends to keep us here until, he can get the price that de Ramee was to get for our abduction 2?” “Tt would be awful, Josie,” replied her companion ; but I feel certain that Bumble is a true friend——a rude but honest- hearted hunter.” “ All thought Alfonso de Ramee was a gentleman, but he turns out to be a treacherous renegade chief,” replied Josie. ; “Ah! there come the traders,” whispered Pauline; “we will soon know whether Bumble is true or not?” | The great raft, with its motley crew, hove in sight, and as it came nearer and nearer, the girls scarcely breathed, so great were their fear and suspense. To their joy, the boat passed on, and pulled up to a large island about a hundred yards be- low that on which the girls were concealed. The traders soon effected a landing, and. in a short time a roaring fire was burning, its bright beams reaching out upon all sides, and lighting up. the river with a strange, weird. like glow. | The maidens could see the men staiking about the fire,. giant and grotesque in their shadowy outlines. They could hear their rough voices engaged in rude talk, ribald jests and song. Among the score and a half of moving figures, they could easily distinguish that of their friend, Belazebub Bum: ble. connicloooks.com