Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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+: THORNPATH, THE TRAILER ; OB, CHAPTER V. WHAT WILLIE PRESCOTT SAW. THORNPATH and Harwood stopped and listened in breath. less silence. “Ts that you, Mr. Thornpath ?” - It was a childish voice that thus greeted their ears, coming from the branches of the old oak overhead. Both the hunt- ers recognized it as the voice of little Willie Preseott. “Yes, Willie,” replied the hunter; “ it’s I and Frank.” “Oh! I’m so glad!” exclaimed the little fellow, descend- ing to the ground, “ What in the world are you doing here, Willie?” asked Frank. “Why, 2 papa apts caren aba rede ei come to-day.” “ What about the leiiené Willie? Tell us quickly about them,” said Frank, impatiently, advancing and taking the child’s hand in his. “ Well, this afternoon,” the child began, “I was swinging out here in the woods, when I seen a little squirrel run in a hole up this big tree, and I climbed up in the tree to see if I couldn’t get it for a pet: but, before I got up to the hole, I heard somebody speak, and looking down, I saw two Indians coming leading five ponies. I hid in the leaves so they could not see me, and watched them.. They came and stood under the trees, and looked all around, and after awhile a white man came up and commenced talking something to them, and sent them away toward the Post, and—” “ Did you know who the white war, Willie?” asked Thorn- “Yes, sir. It was Mr. Oakley.” “Fiends and furies,” exclaimed the old hunter. “ Jist ag - T've been tellin’ ye for a long time, Frank. Thet white-livered cuss is in,cahoots with the Sioux. But, go on, Willie, tell all ” sag know and saw. connichhooks.conn