Beadle's Frontier Series #25: Indian Jim—A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre — page 91: what you’re looking at

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: } . —_ ek ee ee ae | A MOMENT OF CONSTERNATION. “T can’t tell! I can’t tell!” | _ “ How-are your two horses? mine are shot dead’ Cant: we mount and chase them? Tell me, Jim!” .— The Sioux shook his head. “Never catch ’em; maybe keep dem. General Sibley git him agin; maybe won’t kill.” “Qh, heaven! look a this work around us! Doesn’t this tell what their fate will be? There is no use! there is no use!” As the father, ‘completely overcome, with the tears stand- ing in his eyes, and an expression of the most agonizing pain on his face, sunk down into a seat, the Christian Indian turned full around, and looked at him. Then, in the softest tone of his musical voice, he said, “ Brother!” The man looked up. “Is dere no help?” And then the Indian slowly raised his hand, and pointed straight upward. At the same time, his gaze followed the direction of his finger, and then, with his harsh countenance softened into an expression of the most humble and trusting meekness, he added, “ Please, good Heavenly Father, don’ t: forget us now!” | The effect was wonderful. The countenances of the father and son lightened up, and the former said: : “With shame I confess, Jim, you have taught me my duty. God only is our refuge in time of trouble. How truly we feel it when the trouble is upon us. Let us lose — nyt another moment.” The four sunk upon their knees. by & seer AS ae XII, ' RELIEF AND REPOSE. ‘ - Tur words of supplication were still lingering in the mouth of the father, when the sound. of horses’ feet were heard. They rapidly approached, and suddenly the elear, ringing yoice of a man shouted “Halt!” By this time, our friends had made their way to the door, where they saw eight horsemen, led by a man in the United States 3 Bet Ans aa “Hello, there!” he called. “ What’s the news.” (E() is (a) VOOKS