Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 66: what you’re looking at

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“the work without ‘ater anes of any + kind. During the p%e gress of his task, he heard some half dozen times the dis- charge of the settler’s rifle; and he concluded that his success _ could permit this indulgence; however, he was loth to return empty handed, and placing away his portfolio and shouldering his gun, he continued his hunt. Immediately aficr hearing & again the report of Brainerd’s piece, he was startled by sound, such as a dying man would utter. He glanced fir _ fively around him. Again it was repeated, so distinctly that & there could be no mistake in its character. It came from a} thick clump of undergrowth, about a hundred feet distant. § ~ Ifurrying to this, he found a man stretched upon his back, se badly wounded, that he was already within a few moments of dissolution. The artist bent tenderly over him, and asked: “How comes this my friend ?” “Oh!” said he, looking around him, as if expecting every ‘moment the approach of some dreaded enemy, “it was them savages. They have killed my wife and children, and drives me here to die.” “Where are the Indians?” “All around; have you not secn them ! “ Are there any more whites besides you in the woods?” 99? “ There were four of us, whom the savages have foliowed gince morning.” ' ~Where are they ?” “They ail three lie close to the spring where they were: shot.” The artist moved away to ascertain the truth ot what had been told him. Sure enough, he found two boys and. one man, cold aad stiff in the embrace of death. They were shot snd tomahawked in such a brutal manner, that the eye of affection would scarcely have recognized them. With strange emotions the artist gazed upon the scene, and then turned upon his heel. Returning to the bushes, he foun2 the man dead. He stood a moment, as if lost in reveti ‘Then the sharp crack of a rifie and the audible whiz of the messenger as it passed his face, warned him that he toc was im danger. His first movement would have done credit to e z ss ‘veteran woodsman. He sprung behind a tree, and siood balg / Gomichbooks —— (EO)