Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 50: what you’re looking at

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48 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. of the present day—begging your pardon young men. We couldn’t dress up in those times, and take little bits of paper in our hands, and go call upon the pretty ladies, to show off our teeth and broadcloth the best part of the day. We were rough men in our hunting-frocks, who thought a good-sized deer none too heavy to throw over our shoulders after we had run lim down, and to whom other dears were as fabulous as myths. “ But, as I tell you, we—there were four of us—had be- come tired of idleness, and wanted another bout with the Indians. So,. knowing that a party had stolen some horses, and that they had taken their way to Chillicothe, we set out after them to regain the booty they had taken. We reached Chillicothe a few days afterward, and fell in with a drove of horses feeding in the rich prairie-grass. Of these we secured six, and started on our return. Before we reached the river astorm came up. The heavens grew black with clouds, and the wind blew like a hurricane. What to do with the horses we could hardly decide, for they had become unmanageable. The river was so swollen—its waves lashed with fury—that we dared not venture to cross, and we were fearful of being pursued. It was nearly evening, and we could just find our way back to the hill, where, after hobbling our animals, we remained during the night. It was an awful scene. The rain poured in torrents; the lightning blazed from point to point; and the thunder seemed to crash and break against the hills. We were all exposed to the fury of the tempest, In the morning our clothes were drenched, and we only saved our powder dry by the greatest precaution. The wind, how- ever, had subsided, and we tried agaim to get our horses over to the other side. It was in vain; the creatures resisted Se every attempt, and we were driven to the alternative of losing our lives or losing our horses. Of course we chose the lat- _ ter, and selecting each of us one of the best, we made for the ot There was a handsome young fellow with us, a Kentuck- i by birth, who thought we had scarcely had adventure yet, so he proposed to me to let the rest go on while Az I captured two splendid bays. We turned back, “accordingly, and came the first thing on a trail of smoking ae Comicsooks.com ~~ &