Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 70: what you’re looking at

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12 LITTLE MOCCASIN. never to be mistaken by one who has once heard the threaten- ing undertones of a real Indian exasperated to madness. Ietcher grasped his rifle, and waited for the onset, fully de- termined to drop him, if he took another step in the same direetion; but the princely savage only snorted with defiance and scorn, as he saw the rifle dropped quietly into the hollow of Fletcher’s left arm, with his right hand covering the trig- ger-guard, and his middie finger in position. At the first glance, Fletcher saw that he had to do with an Iroquois— and probably a Mohawk, the deadliest of all our ancient foes, before they went over to the Five Nations, and helped to make the present Six Nations—or Iroquois. “ White man go way; no business here—-what him want, hey?’ growled the Indian, through his clenched teeth, nervously fingering the handle of his knife, and looking as if almost ready to spring at Fletcher’s throat. ‘“My good fellow,” said Fletcher, measuring his antagonist with his keen eyes from head to foot, and keeping the rifle in position, so that the Indian saw it would be death to come a step nearer, “ my good fellow, what need of quarreling? We hunters go where we please, you know,” “ Ugh—ugh !” “ And our business you eaioand:- as well as I do.” The Indian threw up his head with a scornful laugh, which so provoked Fletcher that he said : “Dog! be off with you, if you don’t want a bullet through your head !—stop my way, if you dare!” advancing upon the fellow as he spoke. The Indian saw that he had met with a dangerous man, | that he was in earnest, and that he had “ shoot in his eye,” and slowly withdrew, step by step, like a tiger at bay, till his figure faded slowly into a dim, fluctuating shadow, and then wholly disappeared. Fletcher began to breathe more frecly. Determined not to be caught napping, however, he stood still, with no bushes on his right or left, nor in his rear, to cover the enemy’s ap- proach, if he should try to steal upon him, as it grew darker. The half-shut, smoldering eyes of the savage, ready to flame up at a single word, were enough to satisfy him that his er- rand was growing dangerous. connmicloooks.comn)