Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 15: what you’re looking at

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THE RIDB TO UNCLE JOmN’s. ae | es “Why, Will, don’t you xnow your cousin, Adolphus ®* lguchingly asked Marian. “Fla! hal those side whiskers were what I didn’t recognize. How de you do, Halleck? I am glad indeed to see you. You are doubly welcome to our home.” “Don't doubt it in the least; wouldn’t come; if I hadn't thought so. And how you have changed, Will! Why you're 2 man. lve had my spy-glass leveled at you for the last ten minutes, ard I am sure I would never have suspected ’y your identity, had it not been for Marian, here, who couldn't atalk of any thing eise—” “Oh! check your ponsense! Ive threatened to break my parasol over your head a half dozen times, already; and I shan’t withhold the punisbment much longer.” “Use my cane, when you must come to it.” The artist assisted his cousin into the wagon, then followed with valise and band-box, until elt the baggage was safely ~ ‘stowed away. “I say, Will, take a seat beside me and let her drive, if she can be persuaded to do so. It wil! take both her hands to do that, and then perhaps I may get e chance to talk 4 few moments in peace. Does she know Any thing aout driving ?” “IT can teach you,” said Marian, saucily, as she took un the reins, and Wiil Brainerd laughingly seated himself behind her, upon the seat by the artist. “T suppose you esteem yourself a great me }” The short jerk on the rein started the spirited animal 't $0 ;suddenly, that the artist’s head struck the bottom of the jwagon, at the same moment that his feet shot up in the air. {Recovering himself as best he could, he reseated himself, and undertook to converse with his friend beside him. But @the fair driver, to use the artist's own expression, seemed 7e80.ved on “Jetting kim out,” and he found it necessary ta , heaven save shout at the tcp of his voice to make himself heard at all, | while he was also compelled to hold on with both hands ta pave himself: from being pitched out of the wagon altogether, They had gone perhaps a mile or so, when the portfolio bew open ; ; its contents streamed out, some falling in the comicbooks.c ea