Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 38: what you’re looking at

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a his lower limbs had become somewhat rested, and he turned and ran. | It is hardly necessary to say that his immediate foe did the game, and with'a speed also that made it manifest the race was to be all one way. Still the artist sped away, all the ame holding fast to the portfolio, with a ludicrous tenacity; as if it were a charm, to be produced and brought into use only at the last moment. _ He had gone but a few rods, shen the crackling of twigs and underbrush warned him that his persistent foe was coming up to him with a dangerous rapidity. Er gecting every instant the dreaded tomahawk—of which, the Sioux had managed to regain possession—Halleck glanced backward, and in so doing caught his foot, and was thrown forward with considerable ‘yiolence upon his face. | 3 The pursuer was so c!~se behind that he went headlong ' ever him, in spite of a desperate attempt to prevent it. Young Halleck was not stunned, but recovercd himself, and feeling that. a death-encounter was inevitable, he arose and advanced upon his foe. The latter, grinning through his hideous war- paint, accepted the challenge and exultingly aw waited the aitack. Scarce six feet separated the combatants, when the sharp, whip-like crack of a rifle broke the stillness, and the Sioux of Adoiphus Halleck. The latter gazed around in search of his deliverer, but he was nowhere to be seen; and it' was impossible to tell from ‘what direction the saving bullet had come. At first, the artist Shought it probable that the piece might have been aimed at - him ; but second thought convinced him that such could'not ~ be the case. : He did not forget the shouts of other Indians that had geached his ears a few minutes before, and he gazed carefully about, expecting to see them; but they had disappeared, snd the wood was silent. Waiting until certain that no one intended advancing upon aim, he produced his lead-pencil, opened his portfolio, and “If that bullet had not been so well aimed, I might have 4 ‘sprung hich in air and fel! dead to the earth, at the very feet (E@) COMME TOO KS