Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 14: what you’re looking at

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_ <*> : red ~ ot . . « ~- . xv at oa rs —— j * > o . 2s. R oe - , : = ? 4 ne . ae : “J declare, Marian, you are ‘ecacine enthusiastic. — How would you like to be a missionary’s wife ?” . “Tt would be the highest position I think I could pa attain in this world.” “ An Indian missionary’s wife ?” Almost any thing but that. Weak, erring aera that Ig, am, I am afraid I could never become a teacher of thesee avages.” “ Now, if you only had the enthusiasm that I have, you ' = might commence business upon your own hook, without wait-' ing to become a wife.” “Pshaw! I have no patience with. you—” “Just notice how the scenery is changing. I do believe I will take a sketch,” said the artist, opening his portfolio, and producing nis pencil, preparatory to commencing his task. “You wilt not have time, cousin. Just look up the beach, yonder, about a quarter of a mile ahead. Do you see a wagon there by the wnding? It has but one horse attached, and a - young man standing close by the animal’s head.” The artist deliberately arranged his eye-glass, and gazed for several moments up stream, before replying. “T belive I do see some such an establishment as you speak of. Who is the proprietor, Uncle John ?” “Yes; but I think it. is Will, waiting for me. - A short lively ride over che prairie, and we shall be at our journey's eng,” CHAPTER II. FIRESIDE STORIES. - Aprer considerable backing, turning, throwing off, ecuring of rope, the little steamer sunk to rest, the “plank mun out, and Adolphus assisted Marian to the shore. = Ah, Will! how are you, old boy ?” and { wa A robust young man, embrowned by sun and exposure, - wAdressed or not. “(E(0) OOK a same doubtingly forward, as if uncertain whether he had bem oe pe (E)