Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 48: what you’re looking at

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ry tel you, Mr. Halleck, I fear that death is neacer to some of ug ee. - than you imagine.” ais Tut, tut,” laughed the artist, replacing the segar in hia é. = ‘mouth; “you are “frightened and nervous. Dismiss all such . =. Gdie fears.” sons > et And yet, despite his assurance of safety, a great rush at ,@read+ran through him, such as never before, in all his existe | ay ‘ence, he had experienced. It lasted but a moment, however, and ail..is careless ease of- manner came back to him. + *f took you for a strong-minded young woman, Maggie, Etat such talk as this makes me doubt it.” = = 1 am strong-minded, but I believe I feel only as every one else of this company does, excepting, perhaps, yourself.” _ “What a laugh we shall have over this scare, when we al. meet down at St. Past, or when, a few days later, we return - to ihe: farm again.” —=— * 7 i ee ~“Thope so; but I fear not. What has become of Jim? [ have not seen him for some time.” “He is out yonder, on that little swell of prairie, taking . . eet Tébservations; and, as Will is upon the house, there is little dan- .. eer of.an enemy stealing upon us unawares. So, make your- . self at ease for the present. Ah! I see Uncle John and the . folks have the wagon ready.” -— Sucn was the case. The light, spring-bottomed wagon, .. a which. had brought the artist from the steamboat landing, only. ‘es = = ‘awaited its living freight. Marian was assisted in, Mrs. _ Brainerd followed, then came ber daughter, and Uncle Joba . = a What has become of Jim? Oh! yonder he comes.” ‘The savage, at this moment, sauntered to view, and ap- soached the wagon. Uncle John took the reins in his hand ant paused only to say good-by. — _ | “ Good-by, my boy !” he called to his son, who was gazing | * = own from the roof. He exchanged, farewells with all, wished‘ m a pleasant journey, and then bent his gaze to tne hori | ga . while the-others lowered tneirs to the ground... ' “Don’t let that idea of the Indian prove your destruction... — I fear it will,” said Mrs. Brainerd, and she, wah the he: Se a @hoo epetesn with the artist. gee Bis" fe ane ie ‘siete fi te S14 het Fee Ke ius oath a p's Shut qn cals y Sits et oe Pe: “iat hs PAY * SP Aa if Bh acts ty pat v NA «itt .f t Ay 1M Ge ae Giz “atk ia — eae - . * ECOmMicbooksecom