Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 68: what you’re looking at

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+ - , $ - od ¢ - : . = . o “ - a . ; » , “" 3. ip « : - —<—- 2 > dscetved the Indian, by placing his hat upen a stick, “thus a pearing, as if incautiously exposing his head. — Having drawe his fire in this manner, the white man dispatched the savage, as he was leaping exultingly toward him, and confident of — obtaining his scalp. Some years before, the enthusiastic artist bad drawn a picture of this incident, and it flasked upon his semembrarce, the very moment he had reloaded his piece. Placing his Panama upon the muzzle of his rifle, he shove. 44 out a few inches from the tree. Unfortunately for the sue. cess of his artifice, he overdid the matter, and the dusky foe F grinned sardonically, as he saw the hat dangle for a moment 2nd then drop to the ground. He drew it to him by mean@ of his gun, and repeated the artifice several times, but with no success. He finally comcluded that the Indian must haye— geen his sketch or read the story, so that he was fully warned — against it. _- At this point, Adolphus Halleck recollected that he had his loaded revolyer in his pocket, and thus possessed a vast ad- vantage over his enemy. At the same moment of making thir discovery, he noted that the Indian was either exposing hime self, or adopting the same artifice that he had attempted him- self, A knob, or ball-like protuberance, closely fesembling - + ‘head coveted with a blanket, came to view, and then suddenly cisappeared. A moment later, it reappeared upon the oppo gite side of the trench. With a half smile, the artist raised _ his piece and discharged it. As he expected, a triumphant yel was the response, ind the savoge, with uplifted tomahawk came bounding toware him. The mfle dropped from the white man’s hand, aud his right arm straightened itself as rigid as irou, while he coolly .. am his eya over the sight of his “revolver. The savaze did Be mot suspect his danger, until three quick reports broke the stillness, and as many messengers of death buried themselves & én the Indian’s body. —_- fo “ Rifles are not the only things that shoot, my dusky friend,” F said the artist, as he replaced the weapon in his pocket, * That little instrument don’t make much of a show, but it hag done me more than one good turn. Who knows. but some- more vagibonds like yourself may be in the vicinity, 80 I will relor 4 my piece.” EOPMICLIOC! KS.(EO)