Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 33: what you’re looking at

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THE INDIAN VILLAGE. 85 poultice, applied them to the wound. An extemporized bandage was then wound about the injured member, and Ralph placed upon his feet. Although somewhat lamed by the bite and its summary treatment, the young man found that he still could walk quite comfortably, nor did-he feel any effects of the poison in his system. Although he had frequently heard that the Indians cured rattlesnake bites, he had never seen such evidence of their skill before. To say that he was gratified at the result would not express his feelings properly. He was overjoyed— and the dusky savage rose several degrees in his estimation. A journey of two hours more brought them to a considera- ble elevation of ground, and from the top of this the Indian settlement was discovered through the trees. It was situated upon the banks of a small stream, in a healthful and pleasant position. There was an air of neatness and refinement about the place which Ralph had not looked for, and which was certainly unusual in an Indian settlement. The first impression was not dispelled upon their approach, and although the good taste of the hunter would have sug- gested many improvements, he was too tired to heed any such trifles now. Squaws and pappooses flocked forth to meet the returning warriors, but the first ardent joy they experienced was checked by the tidings which reached their ears, Of _ those who had so lately gone forth only the little handful before them had returned! MRalph fancied that many a vengeful glance was cast toward him as the women retreated, tearing their hair and wailing loudly. The party halted in the midst of the village, food’ was brought out, and readily disposed of. When Ralph had eaten his fill, Elk’s Foot conducted him to a small cabin, built with something of elegance, and opening the door signified that the white was to enter. . The latter could not choose but obey, and when he had erossed the threshold the door was closed and fastened be- hind him. Truly, he was a prisoner! Discovering a couch of skins in one corner. of the apart- ment, the desire for rest overcame all other feelings, and he was soon sleeping soundly, conmiclooolks..corna)