Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 23: what you’re looking at

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OONANEE. 25 “ Hurrah for Pete Smith! Hurrah for our side! Whoop!” shouted the boys; and then there was another loud crow from Charley. | .“ Hush! hush!’ whispered Gage. “G6 on with your story, major.” | “This little affair ended, Peter started off on what they call the Indian loup~—a long, swinging trot—on his way to the battle-ground where his father fell.. He found the spot— saw the tree-branches, thicker than his thigh, which had been cut off by the cannon-balls; and stood where Miller, the glo- - rious fellow, on being asked ‘if he could carry that battery,’ answered, ‘ I’ll try, sir,’ and carried it. “The story goes that, on returning to the Falls toward evening, he found the Indians packing up their wares, and groups of young .officers, and fashionably-dressed women watching the process. Wanting to buy a keepsake for his old. father, he went up to a young Indian girl, who sat by herself, without lifting her eyes, even to make change, or opening her mouth, except to name the price of an article; though she must have heard the whispering all about her, and the compliments to her wondrous beauty, and “sweet, musical voice. After listening a few moments, he found it was Oonanee herself, or Rippling Sunshine, for s0 the officers caved her, two of whom were making purchases on a mag- nificent scale, ‘ without regard to expense, And one of these he soon recognized for the coxcomb he had pitched over the bank. There were watch-guards and watch-cases, and pen- wipers and moccasins, embroidered with forcupine-quills, and what seemed to be seed pearls, A little way off sat her mo- ther, as ugly an old witch as ever breathed, and all made up of patchwork and tawdry fragments of silk and velvet, coy- ered with glass beads—and a huge Chippeway they called. Jim; the mother weaving a basket and the man shaping a bow. While watching these, he saw looks interchanged, and heard whisperings, which made him draw a little nearer. His blood was up, and he-soon saw that he was recognized by the young officer, and he thought by Oonanee herself, for he saw the color flash up to her cheeks, as he glanced at her little feet, cuddled up under her jn the soft grass. He waited and waited till the company had all gone, except the two Comicbooks.com.