Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 46: what you’re looking at

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48 «SHR TWIN &COU'RS. all de guns, an’ was ready for dem, De boy said dar’ was a ‘great many ; he couldn’t count dem, an’ I ’spect dar’ was nigh on to forty myself. We had scurcely shut de doah when one kem’ up an’ wanted to come in. We driy him off, an’ tole him not to come up no more. We had a good strong party inside, but de women an’ de chillen dey was in de way, so we sent dem all down into de cellar, whar’ dey’d be kinder safe, like. Wal, dem Injins kem’ up an’ ’gin to fiah at we. Marse Middleton an’ de rest ob us jist fired w’en we c’u’d see a head or a leg, an’ dat way we set a many ob dem a-howlin’.” “ But, Sam, I can’t bear this!” cried Ben; “is Flora dead ?” “No, chile; not dead. ’Pears like ’twould hab been better ef she was dead, an’ lyin’ at your foot, dan whar’ she am. De Injins hab her; dat’s a fac’.” “ And Middleton ?” “Dead, de good master... Dey kill him Sah fore her evs. . “My God ! you don’t mean it !” “ Dat’s so., Wish I was lyin’. Wish you cud hit me right ia de mouf, an’ say, ‘Sam, you old fool, you’s a-lyin’, you is.’ JI wouldn’t hit you back.” “No, no; it must be true. Go on.” a. “te kept dem off easy ‘nuff while de day lasted. Dey was ’fraid of us, for we hit some ob dem dat was kitin’ roun’ loose in de bushes. “Ebery time we hit one we c’u’d tell by de yell dey sot up, fit to raise de dead. | ‘“‘Bimeby one ob dem cum an’ sed ’twan’t no use fer us to fight—might as well gib up, an’ we should hab good treat- ment. He wa’n’t nebber an Injin, dat feller, but a darn ole French Canada man. We wouldn’t hear to a word he said, an’ he went away mad, an’ said dat we w’u’d make it de wuss for our own selves, for dat he w’u’dn’t help us if dey burned us to def. We felt right safe, an’ larfed at him. We oughtn’t ’a done dat, fer it med’ dem mad, an’ dey swore dat dey w’u’d mek’ we suffer. : “ Night kem’, an’ de boys were sleepy. . Five of us kep’ watch, an’ de udder five slept. Late at night, we l’ard some one at de winder. We went dar’ to listen. One Injin war’ dar’, an’ I was gwine to shoot him, w’en he looked up and spoke your name, Marse Ben, Den I saw he had someting ConniclooOoks.Comn