Pulp Fiction, 1883 · page 37 of 100
Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 37: what you’re looking at
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DEADWOOD DICK. 39 fake him from instead ef toward the claim; but when at a safe distance from Right Bower, He Teversed his routs, taking good Cafe to dvoid the camp. © In due time, with the ‘aid of the rade map, he found the finér’s Shénty, which Stcod among the foothills, a shite below the camp. Wear the shanty Re saw a freshly-madé grave, with a box-sheped pipe ee from it "about a foot, the pine being about the size of a sit ‘cigar-box. Trying the doer of the’ ling, He found it was focks4; so he turned towdrd’ the grave with no slight feelings of awe. The dirt was fresh, and it was evident that the grave had been filled in but a few hours. Bending “forward, St. ‘Cecil’ peered down the box-tub into the tomb. The sight that met his gaze caused bi to utter airy of aS8tonisHimient. At a depth of eight i was’ ‘sort “of Yault"Some four feet wide by seven S length. “It contaifed~a rough coffin without a Tid, the cofin being placed upon the ground. Within it lay, outstretched, the body ¢f a min. of the fece except the tiarblelike forehead “and Bear aE chia was covered with white cloths; the peculidr whiteness of the ferkead and ‘foldéd "hands, howéver, Bespoke the fact that the man*was dead, and not only kis garments, but his whole appearance, convinced Et, Cecil that it was Craz Chet. ~All this the receiver Sav7 by the ‘aid of a dim, weird Tig Ant that=pefeaded ‘the fomiba spectral Nght, the origin of which was a mystery, “as She cotild ‘See no Sotirce from “Great Heavens! this is incredible!” St. Cecil gasped, Woking’ about him" to assire™ himself that Mo ‘eve was in. the vicinity. “Won't there bea’ serisation in Right Bower when this grave is discovered! There's ‘sonic i Timys- ‘try about ‘this blaviéa@efair that “surpasses my compte- ' Héension, and I Ny A ct antliga with it. - "sult; I gave my Word, Bid I'll Stick*o it, come w ‘may. unravel the mystery if it tekes mea “to do it. While I’m here I'll test one of the strange being’s prom- ises. Leaving the grave, he gave the immediate neighbor- hood a thorough reconnoissance, until he was well satis< fied that no one wes in the vicinity ‘+ spy upon his acs CcomiclooolkSacoOnn