Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 36: what you’re looking at

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88 so LY PPLE moccAsEN. heard some of the strange stories the country is so full of, they christened him anew, the young Nimrod.” “ Yes—and now they call him everywhere, Nim Flitcher.” “ But,” continued Gage, “ there is another consideration we must not overlook. That’ nigger, Juba, is worth his weight in gold. If any thing had happened to either, we should have known it from the other, unless, to be sure, he couldn't leave his comrade to communicate ‘with us; and all we have to “do now is, to wait patiently and hope for the best. Whi, bless my soul! there he is, now!—and Juba too, as I live! and both loaded down with moose-meat, or cariboo, or something of the sort!’ Well, Fletcher, liow ure you pLeWwhat dtiek *— and where have you been! _ And Juba, too! mow a are’ you, my boy ?” “ Something to eat first, * you please, and we'll consider all your qtiestions,” said Fletcher, dropping into’a’ seat'as he spoke, while the two large dogs he brought with him eo under the benches and’ lay watching him. “Goody, gorry mightee, Marsa Gage ! how’s ‘ole’ Juba gwyin’ to know how he ue, — he gits thawed out'?— —yah | yah !” iécecremeks “Come to thé fire, PuBHeiaated the déacon’s’ seat,” said George. “ And TI say, boys, lug out’ your best ; (for thie poor fellows are half starved, I we “ Nothin’ but skin an’ bones, ou whispered Chinrley. After a pull at the’ cider, while tea-was brewiig, tdcher hung up his rifle and shot-pouch, and seizing what Juba ¢alled a hunk of fat pork, about the size of your fist/ and a huge cut of ryé-and-Indidm bread, and” bidding Juba help himself and lose no more time, he proceeded with his account of all that had happened while they’ were away on the tramp. — He had been very successful, and all ‘along their way, for fifty or a hundred miles, they-would find the game he had killed hanging on the trees, out of reach of every thing’ but the cougar and wild-cat, or loup cervier. They had been lost for a time, and were completely snowed up at another. They had been, too, in a part of the wilderness entirely new to him, though not a day’ s journey from the camp ; and here he sud denly stopped, and lowering his voice, hé touched Gage’ on the elbow, and whispered that something very curious had comicbooks.com