Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 51: what you’re looking at

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A WAR. 53 “Throw in again. There are no other such fish, the world over, as the trout of these lakes. I love to sit upon the banks, and pull the shining fellows out.” ‘. “Likes to eat dem, too, Marse Alph. Dar’s anudder. S’pose you mek’ a fiah, and get ready to cook dem, ’gainst I get enough.” ‘Alph complied with the request, and also cleaned and pre- pared the fish for cooking, as the negro threw them out. Not- withstanding the work they had before them, they ate with a keen enjoyment, which health and exercise only can give. The savory repast. ended, Ben and the negro wrapped their blankets about them, and laid down to rest in the shadow of a pine. When they awoke, it was clear morning, and Alph had caught enough trout for their breakfast, and was watching them as they hissed above the coals. “ Why did you not wake me?” said Ben. “JT wanted you to sleep. There is no danger whatever in this section, and I dozed at intervals through the night. See what I have done.” “T don’t like you to do all the work, though.” “No fear of that. We shall be all the earlier on the trail because I was awake so. soon. What have you there, Sam ?”’ The negro, attracted by something white among the bushes, had gone out upon the trail a little, and now came back hold- ing something in hishand. A small piece of paper, evidently torn from a note-book. “ Don’ know, Marse Alph. Look like Miss Flora’s writin’.” Ben snatched it from his hands. “ Guff dat back, you. Dat’s mine.” Alph smiled, while Ben eagerly read the little scrap, and passed it over to his brother. “She hoped we would follow ee you see,” said Ben. “ She had faith in us.” “She tells us that she is safe yet, Sam,” said Alph, looking at the giant, “and that there are for ty men in the party. That is less than you could handle, Sam.” s “ Yes, so ’tis,” replied Sam, with agrin. “ But w’at’s de use ob wastin’ yer strength when dar’s no ’casion fur it. I kin * COnnIC OOOK<S:COm