Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 26: what you’re looking at

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'.“ You are going to stay here all night ?” “ Dunno—mebbe sv,” and the head shot back again, a ' the vigorous whiffs of the pipe were resumed as before. ~- “There is something on his mind, I think,” said Maggie, “for he is generally a little talkative for the first fifteen minutes he is with us.” - Perhaps it is the presence of others that checks him.” “Tt is not that, for he knows you are our friend, by your being here.” # There is no telling the ways of an Indian, and I suppose this one has his eccentricities ane sontaeictions; 1 in common with his race.” The evening by this time was odnaidersbly advanced, and at a gentle intimation from Mrs. Brainerd, that the time for the two ladies to retire had come, Uncle John arose and in- vited all within the house. The dying lamp instantly flamed up, and all arranged themselves COROT in seats prouwa the room. It was noticeable how changed was the manner of the head of the family. His humorous disposition had entirely disap- peared, and in its place was a grave, thoughtful expression, that showed he approached the duty before him, with a real- izing sense of its import. Taking down the Bible, he looked inquiringly around the room. “ Where is Jim ?” “ Still sdated on the porch,” replied young Brainerd. “Sha. I invite him in ?” -“ By all means. He has been forgotten.” The young man stepped to the side of the Sioux, and ad- dressed him in an undertone. He did not stir, however, from his position, and after a moment, the former returned. “ You must excuse him to-night.” Maggie, who was seated at the piano, struck a few chcrds, and the younger members of the party instantly gathered about her. Young Brainerd had a powerful and melodious bass voice, while that of Halleck partook of the soft nature of the tenor; and, as they ail united upon that beautifal hymn, music filled the room and rolled far across the prairie. ~~ (E@) sa Sweet Hour of Prayers,’ from the “ Golden Cliain,” the The Piece finished, all took their seats again, while a chapter from mn G OO cS i 4 ’ ; (EO)