Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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THE PURILS OF THE PRAIRIE. 83 ~ Well, when the Indians went away, Oakley went to ons of the ponies and took off a big bundle, and brought and Jaid it under a tree and opened it, and took out a whole lot of nice Indian clothes, and a litle looking-glass.. He then took off his own clothes and put on the Indian clothes, and T te you they were nice! He had lots of shiny beads, and rings, and feathers. After he dressed up, he took something and made his face look jist like a Ingin’s, and his hands he pairted red as fire—” “Holy wonders o’ Jerusalem!” exclaimed the Trailer. “ Red Hand, the Sioux chief! Worse thau I expected; but, [ll go my right eye, boy, thet I finger his skulp afore anuther week |” j “T never thought that Carl could be so ungodly as that,” suid Frank, “although I always knew there was something curious about his solitary hunting-excursions, and disconnected stories about the Indians. But, go on, Willie.” * Well, after he had painted himself, he took the little look- ing-glass and looked at himself, and then laughed the loudest kind, and said : “* How are you, Mr. Red Hand? Quite a fine-looking In- dian you are, sir. Ha! ha! ha! Carl Oakley, you're a brick, hard at that; but, a)l’s fair in love or war, you know, old boy. I should think that Miss Mabel would be proud of such a fine- looking chief for a husband; at least; I think she will be! She will be hard to tame, no doubt; but, when I shake the scalp-locks of her lover, Frank Harwood, under her handsome nose, I think it will have quite a taming effect; at least, I “ When he finished talking to himself,’ continued Willie, “he put away the glass and tied up the bundle of things, and put them back upon the pony, and then he began to walk backward and forward under the tree, stepping jist like granny Stump’s old turkey does sometimes. . ’- “ After awhile the two Indians came back, and don't you think they were leading poor sister Mabel and Aunt Sally, and they put them on the ponies and took them away off.” And here little Willie ended the narrative, aud began to ery. Frank drew him closer to him, and said, kindly: __ ~~ Don't cry, Willie; Thornpath and I will go and bring . Fr, comicbooksicom 7 r