Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 22: what you’re looking at

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24 LITTLE MOCCASIN. Peon of Bennington, where the firing was like a continual clap of thunder; and Stark said,‘ We must carry that work, boys, or Molly Stark sleeps a widow to-night.” And his father was taken off the field at Lundy’s Lane, with half a dozen bullet- holes through his body, and a bayonet wound in his hip, and was only saved at last by a friendly Ojibbeway, who reported his behavior to General Scott. | “ Before Peter was fifteen, he had begun to wish for some- thing to do in the same way. He longed for another war— an outbreak along the border, where he might have a pop at the Britishers, if nothing more; and, at last, on his eighteenth birthday, he suddenly disappeared, and nothing was heard of him for a twelvemonth or so, when he stood once more face to face with his old father, upon the stone doorstep, in the dress of an Indian chief, carrying a splendid silver-mounted rifle, slung at his back, and a richly-ornamented hunting- knife, bullet-pouch, pipe and tomahawk in his belt. “ His father looked at him in silence; measured his whole length and breadth in feet and inches; took a survey of his wardrobe and weapons; felt of the furs, and being a man of few words, merely said: ‘ Beaver Pete?’ + “¢ Musquash dad’? And there the conversation ended. “Two days after this he disappeared again; and the next they heard of him was, that he had been met with at Niagara Falls one day, standing near a group of young British officers, who were chaffering with a young Indian girl, Oonanee, they called her; that one of them, after paying her liberally for a pair of embroidered moccasins, had the impudence to stoop down and try to look into her eyes. Peter caught him by- the collar. The officer flung away, and said, perhaps in allu- sion to his country garb and slouching air: “¢* You are no gentleman, sir? “* And are you a gentleman, sir? said Pete. “*Am Ta gentleman! To be sure I am! “<¢ Then, sir, allow me to thank you for the compliment,’ said the country boy. Whereupon there was a great laugh among the bystanders, which so exasperated the officer, that he let fly at Smith, who caught the blow on his arm, and then with a trip and a push, sent him headlong over the bank ‘into a sand-pit.” / commiclbooks.com