Beadle's Dime Novels No. 85: The Fugitives — page 12: what you’re looking at

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14 THE FUGITIVES. “Why, Jerusha, you shouldn’t talk so. If you’d seen the sights that Pye just seen, and that are going on now, you'd never speak a cross word again. The Indians are raging through the Valley now, and—” : ‘“ Where'd you get that hoss ?” ‘““T shot a savage that tried to kill me. Did you heara gun go off just now ?” ““ J heerd suthin’ crack.” “T dropped another that was after a white man. We must leave at once for Stroudsburg, for they’ll soon be along this way.” “You goin’ to carry us on that animal ?” “Yes; and you’re luckier than the others around you.” Smithson dismounted, and assisted his wife to mount be- hind him. Throwing a bag of meal, and some bread and meat across the horse, he was about to gallop off, when he paused. “ It don’t seem right for me to go off this way, when there are so many that need my help. Do you's’pose you could get along without me, Jerusha, if I should stay ?” “Get along without you? Of course I can—and a plaguy sight better than with you. Td allers been better off if I'd never see’d Gersh Smithson.” “T will stay, then. There’s the Abingdons that'll need help, I think. You’ve been to Stroudsburg before; just take the straight road.” “Oh, keep still! Don’t you s’pose I know the way as well as you do? Don’t try to tell me any thing.” ‘“ All right; farewell, Geaneet! Jerusha; take good care of yourself. Tl try and join you.” “Humph! you needn't hurry,’ growled the wife, as she turned her horse’s head toward the main road. Her husband watched her fondly for a moment, and was about to ‘turn toward the residence of the Abingdons, when his spouse stop- ped the animal with a spiteful jerk. “Gersh! Gersh !” “What is it, dear Jerusha ?” “Come here! I tell you!” _ The obedient husband was by her side in a moment, - . “You go in the house—up-stairs—in the closet—jin the bedroom—there’ll you find my camfire bottle. Bring it here.” Conic ooolks. corn)