Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 37: what you’re looking at

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A RACE AND A Ficar. so ry - enval to. his red enemies. He had not yet rum a hundred yards, when, to his complete astonishment, a huge Indian, with his tomahawk raised, appeared within twenty feet of him. Uttering a sharp, exultant yell, the savage made directly at him. : “There is little use of arguing the matter with you!” thought the artist, as he produced his revolver, and ‘aimed i¢ F at the approaching Indian. The first barrel was discharged, ‘and the bullet bored its way through his shoulder; the. other $four were pulled in rapid succession; but as the chambers 4 revolved under the hammer, the dull click announced so many - - failures, and it suddenly flashed. upon Halleck’s recollection, that there had been but.a single barrel loaded. - The presentation of the weapon, however, had the effect of bringing the Indian to a stand still; but’ he understood at ~ once that the pistol had failed, and poisinig his tomahawk for an instant above his shoulder, he hurled it with tremendous force at the head of the artist. It was the certainty that this portion of his person would ke the target of the tomahawk, that caused the latter to drop his head, at the very second the deadly instrument left his hand. As it whizzed harmlessly over his head, he instanly assumed the upright position, and sent his pistol right into the center of the bronzed visage, with a force that most effectually loosened a half dozen or so of its ~“ncisors, ' With a howl of fury, the Indian dashed forward, only to encounter the fist of the artist that shot out like a cannon-ball from his shoulder, and sent, him turning backward hand- springs. The young man was an adept at this kind of busi- ne and had little fears but what he could knock the power- . ful, but unskilled savage, completely. out of time, provided no ‘other weapons were-brought into play. It was to his intense _ chagrin, therefore, that. he saw. his enemy draw a murderous _ knife from his girdle, and advance with more caution to the attack than before. ‘§till, under this disadvantageous dpamiene he would have engaged the red-skin in a hand-to-hand encounter, had . mot his ear caught a second signal from another of his kindred. To mect these two, without any weapons of his own, was tather more than he cared to attempt. By this time, toe Gomichbooks P | Eom: -