Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 90: what you’re looking at

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‘Such, indeed, “appeared to be their ‘ubistion: toi two im- ae mediately ‘separated from the others, and made their way | to the wagon, where the occupant was still invisible. The | keen eye of the Indian watched their movements, as the eagle watches its prey. One was a yard. or two in advance of the other, and he was the first to fall from his horse to the ground. The second, appalled by this, turned off to the left, and rejoined his companions, not, however, before he had raised himself upon his horse, and hurled his toma- hawk into the wagon. This deviation in his course saved his life, for, notwithstanding the tempting target he offered, the young men restrained their fire, in order to be prepared for any unexpected move upon their part. ' -The three who held the captives, after moving several hundred yards or so, reined up their horses, and awaited the approach of the others. Being rejoined by them, the whole party took a north-east direction, and, striking their animals into a sweeping gallop, lett our three iriends en- tirely to themselves. Had it been possible for the artist to have sketched his own. likeness, and that of his two companions, at this particular juncture, it would have earned him more fame than anything he had as yet essayed. The Sioux, grim, silent and thoughtful, stood, like a statue, gazing through - the door at the departing savages; young Brainerd, pale and dejected, with an air of the most hopeless despair, had dropped into the scene, while the artist himself had the appearance of a man who was in the ——— dilemma: of | his life. =, For the moment, all thoughts of Mr. Brainerd had passed ‘from their minds, They quickly returned, when.they saw him shove himself out of the rear of the WEEOR; and come, on a rapid run, toward them. - ing to meet him. — “Not a bit; but, my God! what will become of them =e in the hands of the Indians ? . mere - ’ th Al Cae 1 ae ee Na ea ahi Parke ote te, rag: “Ain’t you hurt, father?” asked young Brainerd, hurry- * : (Ee) Wout jac. | = | =ECOmicdbooks : iP al .. at, A