Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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#0. THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, ~.“ Dis chile ’d ruther skulp her den marry her,” saic Egypt, disgusted with the talk and cowardly actions of his white friend. “ What Sally Mari’ think, when she hear ob your turning Inging ?” “ Why, she'll think that I hud sense enough to purchase my life from an awful death, and if I have to marry that beautiful young princess, of course I'll get to be a chief, ana ‘then Tll see that no danger ever befulls the Post or its st ‘tlers.” At this juncture, Tongah returned, leading an o)d, decrepit hag of a squaw, that, with her long lantern jaws, her wolfish mouth, from which protruded two long, yellow teeth—her small, black, serpent-like eyes, and her long, bony arms and skeleton-like fingers, made her appear the demon of hideous- ness—the mother of Satan. “Qh, salvation !” involuntarily exclaimed Jusiah, at sight of the old hag. Stopping in front of him, the halfbreed said : “ Tongah has picked a wife for the pale-face.” Egypt byrst into a roar of laughter, while Josiah shrunk back as from a serpent. “ Great porcupines !” he exclaimed, “ you don’t mean that old wretch ?” «“ Yes,” replied Tongah. “ The Raven is the mother of a great chief ; she has seen many moons wax and wane; her head is old and gray, but her spirit is young. She has trained many a young warrior to bend the bow and wield the tomahawk, and she can train her young pale-face husband Does the pale-face say ves, or no?” “ J—I—I,” stammered the doomed Josiah, glancing shame- fally about him. “ Can’t I pick my own wife ?” “ Must marry ihe Raven, or die,” said the half-breed, acssiial ing at his side tomahawk. Josiah could stand any thing better than the thoughts of being killed, and, as there was no alternative, be was compelled to signify his willingness to marry the old Raven; so, ac- cording to the Indians’ rite, the ceremony ‘vas performed. _“ Yah! yah! yah!” roared the fearless Egypt. “Happy chile you is, 'Siab Jenkins, wid yer young wife. If you didn’t OEE I rie cConmmichbooks.conn —