Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 59: what you’re looking at

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THE NEGRO WINS. 61 other tree, looking over the camp with the greatest nonchalance. He was sensible enough to know that he could do nothing to help “ Miss Flo’,” and only rejoiced in the fact that he was acting independently of the savages. After enjoying his position as long as he cared to do, he started down toward the camp-fire, and turning his feet toward it, lay down to enjoy the pleasant warmth. He soon forgot his troubles, and was off for the land of Nod. He slept until daybreak, and was aroused by the wild-yells of the savages, who had just discovered their comrade, bound | to the tree, in the place of the prisoner he had been left to guard. The negro rolled lazily over on his side, and surveyed the group around the tree. The savages who had slept by him had leaped up in haste, and did not notice who was left at the fire when the alarm sounded. “ Wish dey’d kill dat debble,” said Tiny, possessing himself of a piece of venison, which had been left upon a stone by one of the savages, and beginning to roast it over the fire, tearing off a piece as soon as it became brown, for he feared © that the Indians would interrupt him in his repast. He was progressing famously, when An-ga-wam, who was first to see the negro bending ever the fire, sprung at him, and seized him by the arm. “ What you do here?” he demanded, furiously. - “ Cook my breakfuss. Jes’ you lemme go.” An-ga-wam did not comply, and the negro butted him over without ceremony, rolling him headlong to the earth, with a sharp cry of rage and pain. He was up in a moment, whirl- ing a hatchet in the air. But the negro still held the arms of his enemy of the night before, and grasped the gun in both hands, meeting the rush of his adversary by a thrust with the stock, which sent him to mother earth, minus two, ‘of his front teeth. By this time he had recovered from his first burst of anger, and instead of rushing at the negro again, he kept back the crowd of Indians who were swarming about like bees, and told the negro to lay down the gun and submit to be bound. » “Shall I, Miss Flo’ ?” cried the negro, looking toward his mistress, who had emerged from the tent, and was. watching connicloooks,.conn