Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 21: what you’re looking at

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BOMETHING FOR SOMETHING. 83 gone, his sons have been slain, and few of his people are left. Will the Big Knife see that Mus-to-qua is buried in his war- paint, with his bow and arrows and his gun, and that his horse and his dogs are killed upon his grave ?” “T yeckon I ken do that much fur ye, ole hoss,” answered — Adams, “’specially as the animule is purty near no ’count.” “ Will the Big Knife remain with my people, and lead them against the whites, that they may revenge the death of my sons, and fill their lodges with scalps?” “T don’t adzackly like to say all that, ’cause I don’t want to make no promises that I mought not kerry out. I ken say, though, ole chief, that Ill stick i em as long as I ken make, it pay.” “Does the Big Knife want money? Does he wish for old ?” ’ “Ye ken jest bet all yer blankets and beads that I want that very thing, ole hoss.” “The Big Knife shall have money—he shall have gold—a great pile—if he will do as I ask, and remain with my people.” “ That suits this chile, Mus-to-qua. Ladle out the stuff, and Burt Adams will stick to yer folks like a snappin’-turtle to a willer stick.” — “The gold is in a cache, far from ae and it is hard to find.” “Don’t car’ a cuss whar’ it is. Jest put me on the trail 80 ’g I ken find it, and I'll do what I said.” “Many years ago we took a prisoner—a white man. We did not-kill him, but kept him with us, for he was useful, and taught us many things. After a while, the Great Spirit took his mind: from him, as we thought, for he would do nothing but dig the mud and the sand by the side of the rivers, and - wash it through his fingers in the water. My people laughed and let him alone, but I watched him, and saw him pick out the shining bits of sand, and carry them, at the close of the day, to a cache that he had made. I caught him as he was hiding them, and asked him what he was doing.. Then he was crazy indeed, for he turned upon me with wild eyes and foaming mouth, and tried to kill me. He had nearly choked the breath out of me, when I drew my Knife and stabbed him anti] he was dead.” connicloooks. com