Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 71: what you’re looking at

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a ee ee eee ner ee et ree 8 ere 4k ROR, THE SIGNALONTHE BIL, jj. WS ~ ' “How you magnify danger, Will? Because we have — chanced upon a few fellows who were chased to the wood, you think the whole North-West is aroused.” : - “Had you resided in his section as long as I have, you would never utter such foolish thoughts, even if you pos- sessed them.” “What a splendid view!” exclaimed the artist, ns oe astically. “If we had time, how I should enjoy taking a sketch of it.” “If you think it of more importance than the lives of our friends, we will pause while you do so.” “I had no intention or wish to do so, and, Will, you must not be so testy. There’s no harm, however, in admiring the landscape as we ride along. Just observe that beautiful piece of woods off to the left, this sweep of prairie to the right, the faint outlines of those far-off mountains against the horizon, and that abrupt hill yonder. That would ap- . pear well in the foreground. I say, Will,” spoke the artist, — lowering his voice, and speaking in an excited manner, “I believe there is some person on that hill making signals to us!” CHAPTER 1X. INDIAN JIM ON A MISSION. Be ust on the summit of the hill, at which the two were now intently gazing, they saw the limb of a tree swaying to the right and left, in a manner that made it manifest there were human means employed. The branch was moved so violently that it could scarcely fail to attract attention, were a person looking anywhere in that portion of the horizon. The artist produced his spy-glass, and scrutinized the sus-_ ' picious object for a few moments without speaking. : “Can you make any _— definite of it?” asked his com- . panion. “When the limb moves to the right,” replied Halieck, speaking slowly, and without lowering the glass, “I can get ' » Ls a glimpse of a head; but whether. that of an Indian or a white man I can not tell. Suppose you Jook, Will?” — Eomichooks €om.