Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 72 of 100
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“ : 4 . 78 THE PHANTOM QUIEF. the burning of white captives at the stake. Such was the chief who, after paying suitable respect to the Council, teok the place yiclied to him at the upper end of the house, . _. At an invitation from Cornstock, Cu/ahecassa (or, as we a shal! hereafter call him, Black Hoof,) arose, and employed to the utmost the oratorical art in which he was so wel skilled, _Kishkalwa, who was a brother of the speaker, and who alone. beside Cornstock, was informed of the in- teation of Black-Hoof to be present at the Council, watche- ed anxiously the effect of his address,. The tide of opinion in fact was turned; for, to say nothing of personal and rhetorical] influence, the arguments resorted to were based upon the unquestionable usages of the people. The result was, that Marie and Fenton were awarded to the custody -of Cornstock—the Ranger and his comrade being yielded to the pleasure of the strangers. . A curions twinkle ap- eared in the eyes of Buticr, when he understood the course which affairs had teken. . **8o the varmints b’lieve it’s as easy to pass about a4 ‘veglar woodsman as swap a beayer—lumph! Simmons, keep your eyes open. and "—here Builer turned his words into a whistle of an old border song, and winked at his companion with a ludicrousness as inconsistent with his general deportment as it was irreconcilable with his situa- tion. The prisoners, however, were about to be separated; with a hurried and homely but sincere farewell, the Tange was led away. __ “ Marie!" said Fenton, ‘‘ God be thanked, there is yet hope for you. _ That noble chief is plainly set on your pre- servation. We shall soon be again parted, but my best support will be the knowledge that you are secure, and will not forget me.” ‘Forget you, George! oh, that I could share your lot r rather than leave you thus! I will appeal to Cornstock for you, and perbaps’—but a firm hand was upon her, and as she was urged toward the door, her eyes spoke to. ____ the unfortunate surveyor the affection which she was not_ allowed further to demonstrate by words ere ear bP Fo eres vats ‘Ere: COmicbooks.com