Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 22: what you’re looking at

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., 24 THE LOST CACHE. “ Did ye raise his ha’r ?” > “T buried him there in the sand. Then I looked in his cache, and saw a great pile of shining gold, so much that I could not have lifted it. I placed the stone over the cache again, and left it, for the gold was of no use to me. It is there yet, for no one can have found it, and the Big Knife shall have it all, if he will stay with my people.” . Pm slow to make barg’ins, Mus-to-qua, but I allers stick to ’em, when they’re made, Jest put me on the trail of the yaller stuf and Vl foller it up ontil I find the cache.” “ Does the Big Knife remember where we camped last sum- mer, where we hid from the white men—#in the valley by the little river—where there was a narrow, rocky cafion—where one of my young men fell into a deep hole, and was never seen again ?” “T jest do, hoss, cause I come mighty nigh gittin’ into the same scrape myself is “ There is a shattered pine tree, all bare and white, standing alone near that deep hole. Beyond it, within“half an arrow’s - flight, is a tall, sharp stone. As you look from the tree to the stone, the line crosses the stream. Follow that line, and you will find the cache. It is just under the bank of the stream, and is covered by a smooth, round stone. It is a small stone, but there is no other like it, and under it is a deep hole, plas-. tered with mud, and the yon is full of the shining gold for which white men go crazy.” : “ Thar’s no danger that this chile will go crazy on that sub- ject. I allow to be jest about as fond of gold as any man, but it’s no good ef a feller hain’t got the mind to know how to use it. Your directions are easy enough to foller, Mus-to- qua, and I make no doubt that I ken walk straight to. that cache. Ef I’m to stick to your folks, ole hoss, I reckon they mought as well onderstand that ney. ve got to stick to me. ”? The old chief beckoned to a warrior who was passing. The red-man approached, and sat down by the blanket. “T am going to leave you,” said Mus-to-qua. “Iam going to my fathers, in the far hunting-grounds, where no white man will come to drive off the buffalo. But I will leave a good man with you. The Big Knife has promised to stay among comicbooks.conn