Red Plume — page 21: what you’re looking at

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\ A STRANGER. 7 21 ‘Where did you corie from, and how did ion happen to find | us out.?” “T thought he was a Delaware, ” answered the stiller, “but I haye been in: this country, more or Jess, for several years, and have learned to be suspicious. My name is Prank Steele, and I belong to a party that is camped about a dozen miles from here. I was riding over the prairie, when i caught sight of your smoke, and naturally wanted to know who you were, I was quite sure that you were not Indians, for they would never have made such a smoke; but it is well to be cautious ; so I fired a gun and gave-a yell, to draw you out, that I might see what: you were made of. Iwas glad to learn, I assure you, that you are really white men, for I have under- stood that the Blackfeet are getting thick in these parts.” “ Black Beaver knows'Cap’n Steele,’ said the Delaware. “Good man, Cap’n Steele. Hope he is well.” : “What! is this you, Black Beaver ?” exclaimed the stranger. “Tt is a long time since I have met you. You and your friend must come over to our camp, for my father will be oon to see you, and it will be safer for you than traveling alone.” “Tam glad to meet you, sir,” said young Carver. “‘ You must stop and make our camp a visit; for the sight ofa white face in this wilderness will. please our folks. You must be hungry, and I think there is some _e left ; = not, we can soon — some ready.” “Did Cap'n Frank: see sign ?” ahsa the Danwares “None at alk I hear that: some bands of Blackfeet are prowling about, but have seen eee: to make me believe = are in this’ neighborhood. # “If he make no’ sign, then. Black Beiirek not much fraid, ? said the Indian, as he followed the two? White men to the camp. . Frank Steele led his horse within the grove, and picketed it with the rest) He was duly made acquainted with Nathan Carver and the rest of the party, and, not strange to say, was so struck with the beauty of the bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked Ellen, that Eben Gookin felt it incumbent upon him to bend his brows, and glare at the new-comer as if he would take pleasure in harpooning him. His sour looks were all lost upon Steele, who had put himself on good terms, in @ very shor* comicbooks.com