Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 37: what you’re looking at

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THE MOCCASIN-TRACK, 89 happened, which—and here he made.a sign to Juba, whose eyes were rolling about in every direction, as if he couldn’t hold in much longer, not to open-his mouth, Not willing to be overheard, Gage moved away from the others, and Fletcher followed him, and whispered that he had seen a small moccasin-track running along the highest ridge he was acquainted with, for mile after mile, adding that A had followed it through a region of wilderness, and rock, and swamp, and river entirely new to him, till Juba, gave out, and threw himself down upon the wet snow, and asked to be left there to-die. From that hour his whole time had been spent in cheering and strengthening the poor fellow. They had erept into the holes of the rocks, and Fletcher built for him a comfortable bed and a rousing fire, and managed to get up a roasted rabbit, served in a birch-bark platter, with forks of alder twigs, and a tin dipper of real black tea, with- out milk or sugar, instead of cedar-tea or hemlock-tea. Upon this diet poor Juba soon recovered his strength, and only two days before had insisted on returning to camp. “ How far have you come towlay ?”? said Gage. “ Not over eight or ten miles.” “Indeed !’——pulling out his watch—“ and how far from here should we have to go to strike the moccasin-track ?” “ Not over twelve miles, certainly.” «©. ¢ “To-morrow, then, if you _— we ‘will set off together, and see what comes of it,” “ To-morrow, sir! . Why not, todag t—why net this mo- ment? You are all fresh, I see.” “ Yes; but how can you, bear anakine pis ivaneins after all you have had to undergo? You want a good long rest— and poor, Juba—what shall we do with him ?” . “Leave him where he is, poor fellow; he is thoroughly losbeleed up, and he wouldn’t be worth a cheese-paring for the purpose you have in view.” “ Well, sir, 1. don’t wonder they liken you to the proboscis of an elephant.; How soon will you, be ready ?” “Tm ready now, sir ”—grabbing another unshapely lump of pork or corned beef, and cramming two or three cold pota- toes and .a supply of bard- tack into his gamnohaase he started to his feet. , Comicioooks.com