Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 52: what you’re looking at

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50 TIM BUMBLE’S CHARGE. “Oh! dear,” cried Arty, shuddering, “I don’t know what I should have done. It must have been a trying moment.” “Not half as trying as what followed,” replied the old man, shaking his white locks. ‘They muttered their outlandish gibberish in my face, making up hideous mguths, expressive of their intense disgust of me and of my race. They shook the scalp of poor Willis against my very eyes, and I don’t doubt wanted to serve mine the same way. Then leaving me helplessly tied, they went out to catch the horses. The difficulty with which this feat was accomplished made them wilder than ever in their rage against me. I saw them delib- erate, and knew by their gestures they were reserving me for some fearful doom. At last a tall Indian went without the circle and succeeded in leading one of the horses, a fiery, vicious animal who had given me great trouble, and who, in liis looks and movements seemed almost demoniac. Close to me they led him. I felt his hot breath against my face, and _mo an once his hoof threatened to crush my foot to atoms. T th t that in some way they intended my death by that monstrous gray horse, and so they did, but I had not: calcu- lated for the extreme cruelty of which they are capable. aat was my horror when I found they were going to bind me on the animal, torture him, and set him free. “Oh! grandfather—you are a second Mazeppa !” cried Arty, listening meanwhile with hushed, intense interest. “A distinction for which I paid cruelly,” said the old man, g his arms and gazing into the fire. “They then lifted _ me upon the horse, he all the while rearing, backing, snorting, and seating me with my back toward his head; they tied my feet under him. This made them great trouble, for the horse was nearly unmanageable, what with terror and viciousness, _ but for every annoyance he gave them they paid me in blows or wounds with their knives. They then threw a rope about -my arms, drawfhg and lashing my back on the animal, another around my neck, tying that to the neck of the horse, from whence it was carried to his tail, making it serve the purpose of a crupper. In this way they secured me to the frantic. st, and all the while the demons incarnate danced, yelping and screa about me, testifying their infernal delight in _ the anticipated suffering that was to overtake me. They ALS 2 Eomichookszcom ” _———