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Vol. IIL. | Single Number. Old Zip’s Cabin; A Greenhorn in the Woods. BY CAPT. J. F. C. ADAMS, AUTHOR OF ‘‘ OREGON SOL,” *‘GLASS EYE, ‘‘ NED HAZEL,” ‘‘ NICK WHIFFLES’S PET,” ‘‘ THE WHITE INDIAN,”’ ETC., ETC. CHAPTER I. AN AMATEUR MARKSMAN, *‘Zrp told me that we were ina good game country, and that I must keep a good look-out, which is just what I’ve been doing for the last half hour. I only wish I could come across a genuine grizzly bear from the Rocky Mountains —that is if I could be certain of committing manslaughter against him—and be certain of my not injuring my clothes.” t was Percy Fitzsimmons who spoke thus, as he paused to rest from carrying the heavy rifle he had brought from the home of his uncle. Percy was exquisitely dress- ed in the latest style, and was direct from Chestnut street Philadelphia, which he had left several weeks, with the purpose of spending his vaca- tion in the young, health- giving State of Minnesota. is uncle resided there, with his wife and daughter, He- lena, adashing, merry sprite, that during the last few years had grown up into one of the most charming and fascinat- ing of women. Fitzsimmons knew that he would be genuinely welcome at his uncle Hugh’s--although their residence was pitched at a point dangerously ele- vated in latitude, when we state that the time of these incidents, that we are about to relate, was that awful summer of 1862, during the Sioux massacres in Minne- sota. ’ , Upon reaching his uncle’s house, early in August, Percy Fitzsimmons was not a little disappointed to find that He- lena was absent—gone on a visit to an acquaintance of hers, something like a hun- dred miles distant. ‘“That’s rough — blamed rough,” muttered the exqui- site, as he listened to this in- telligence, and carefully ad- justed his eye-glasses upon his nose; “supposing her friend was ing at the point of death and she had sent for Helena, my cousin knew that I was liable to come at any time, so she ought to have waited, so as to be here to re- ceive me.” However, she was gone, “ae j } ise Ai) ee * YY Yijj MW Wf j Yf Hy ——_— Hf WY) SU /f/ fifi) — Hf ssf BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, ————,- — A: ———_—_— —»\ —== <q 8 a & ." SN : A Sl Copyrighted in 1878, by BEADLE AND ADAMS, No. 988 WILLIAM STREET, NEW YORK. and there didn’t seem to be any remedy for it, as far as he was concerned. ‘You can amuse yourself till she comes back,” said the good-natured aunt Hannah, ‘“ in any way you choose; you wrote about shooting buffaloes and bears; [ don’t think you will be likely to find many of them about here, but there is an abundance of game in the woods there, and you’re welcome to Hugh’s rifle, if you wish to try your hand.” ‘* By Jove! I guess I will!” exclaimed the de- lighted coxcomb, taking the gun in his hands, and endeavoring to manipulate it with the air of a veteran sportsman, ‘‘It’s early in the morning, and I'll be back in time for dinner.” ‘Here, Percy,” called Mrs, Fullerton, ‘ you want the powder-flask and bullet-pouch.” ‘By Jove! I forgot that,” exclaimed the visitor, as he paused long enough to make sure that he was fully prepared. As he was about to start off again, his aunt said; ‘ “Wa > \ \ ZS x t ~ 2 ‘ \ . — ee _— : ULL it) ‘BS OF Te } Sx = . 2 ~—> BSS FURTHER UTTERANCE WAS DROWNED IN THE BOISTEROUS LAUGHTER OF OLD ZIP. —— \ | Ve Z 4 Re. Vt i! it on 4a ___f Acai IN! Ut | ds uN Price, 5 Cents. ‘Zip Smith—a great hunter in these parts— was here about an hour ago, and told us there were fears of arising of the Sioux, who have been seen lately in this neighborhood, so let me urge you not to wander too far away.” ercy promised to heed the warning thus given, and throwing his heavy gun over his shoulder, struck for the immense forest that was pointed out to him as the great roaming ground for all the magnificent game for which the great West is so celebrated. The amateur sportsman followed a road, that seemed tu have been used occasionally, for something like a mile, where he crossed through a lot of undergrowth, that covered a level piece of ground, and then found himself in the forest for which he had been so eagerly seeking. Penetrating some distance into this, he found it of the wildest and most romantic character imaginable—seamed by ravines and chasms, and abounding with rocky pro- montories, some -of whose sides were perpendicular toa hight of hundreds of feet, while the growth of vegeta- tion and timber in some places made it absolutely im- passable. Picking his way with great care, so as tosave his fashion- able garments from injury, Percy finally paused in a portion of the wood more open than any he had yet seen, and leaned against a tall oak for the purpose of resting himself for a few minutes. ‘‘Aunt Han. told me to look out for the Indians,” he muttered, “and that’s just what I’ve been doing and haven’t seen one yet. Talk about grizzly bears, and but- faloes, and deer! I’d rather pop over one of the noble red- men than forty quadrupeds. What a prize it would be, and what an auspicious occa- sion for me, when I can pro- menade down Chestnut cr Broad street with a real In- dian scalp hanging asa charm tomy watch-chain! Howen- vious Dick and George and the rest of the boys will fee}, and what a sensation it will create, and then won’t T he able to take the heiress, Miss Bell Livingston, from all of them? ‘ Pve got my penknife with me,” be added, making sure that the article was in his pocket, ‘‘and after I tumble over the red-man, I can take my time and get off his sea!p in a scientific manner. Ionrve attended a course of lectures at the University, and am sure I know something about dissection—” While indulging in this soli- loquy, Percy had replaced his eye-glasses upon his nose, and GOMIICDOOKS (E(@)