Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 56: what you’re looking at

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58 > THE TWIN SCOUTS. wait? Well, we ain’t. Lor’, wouldn’t I like you fer a pump- handle !” . 3 During all this time, it might be observed that Tiny, who delighted in a fight more than any Irishman who ever gradu- ated at Donnybrook Fair, was gradually lessening the distance between himself and his enemy; and, just as he: finished, he lowered his head, and dashed at the Indian with a sudden - . yell, which put him completely off his guard, He struck at ~ ° him wildly with the tomahawk, but it was knocked from his hand, and the hard head again found rest below the Indian’s diaphragm. Tiny did-not “allow him to rise this: time, but, | -setting his foot upon his chest, he threatened him with instant death if he attempted to get up. The Indian, however, watching his opportunity, suddenly wriggled from under the huge hoof of the negro, and springing to his feet, fled heyead his reach, followed by the jeers of his companions, — | The march being resumed, the bellicose darkey omitted no - words which he hoped might exasperate his captors. No harsh epithet, no taunt, which human ingenuity could devise, was left unspoken. At every step he shouted out something which had just occurred to him, as a good thing to “make ’eom mad.” ‘Phe vice of cowardice had no part inhi na- ture, The savage who had been overthrown was. the ‘eblalaa subject of his merriment. He would describe, with graphic exactness, the effect produced by his foot upon “dat red nig- ger’s bread-basket ;’ inquire of him how he felt, and “ hoped dat it. wouldn’t dis’gree wid him breakfuss.” | It is not in the savage nature to-bear all this. contumely — without getting angry, and when they camped for the night, he attempted to take his revenge. The negroes had been bound to small trees, and left in this position for the night, This mode of*taking his rest was not at all agreeable to Tiny, and he at once commenced working his arms up and down, hoping to free them from their bonds. Proverbially adepts in the art of binding prisoners, the bands of the Huron were. very tight, as poor Tiny found after much painful labor, © They were made of strong green withes, from some. ie near at hand. His arms were drawn around the body of the tree, and firmly secured in that position at the wrists. Another COMmMicnoookxs.conn