Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 41: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS oF THE PRAIRIE, — 45 ‘Modation of the captives ; and when they were placed in it, & guard was stationed on the outside. _. ‘The plunder obtained at the Post was now brought near the fire and overhauled by Red Hand. There were quilts blankets and bedding of all kinds; male and female garments ; dishes, pots and all kinds of cooking utensils, and a large Quantity of flour and meat. The chief seemed greatly pleased With the baul bis savages had made, and applauded them ir terms of the warmest kind. : _ When the captives were alone in the tent, Mabel asked : . “ Aunt Sally, what do you think is to become of us ?” . “The Lord only knows, Mabel; but there is one thing, Unless I’m treated like a lady, I'll relieve myself by swallow- ing the contents of tat,” and the spinster drew from her =— and held up before Mubel a small vial filled with Opium. “Oh, Aunt Sally! could you do such a dreadful thing as hat? It would be wicked—be suicide.” . “ Betier that than to be tortured to death by both the tooth- &che and the Ingins.” _ “TI know death would be much more preferable than cap- ey among the Indians. But, aunty, there is one thing I ave wanted to ask you, and that is, if you know that that Chief, Red Hand, is none other than Carl Oakley ?” _ “Indeed, I do, Mabel, and did from the mirnit I first saw him ; but I didn’t want to let op, and I thought I'd keep it from you for fear you'd take on so about it.” - “And [ thought the same by you, aunt; besides, I did not ‘Want the villain to know that I knew him and was in his ‘Power. I see now that futber’s prediction is true—that Carl Was in some manner in league with the Indians, though he ever dreamed of his being the chief, Red Hand, as he an- 4udtedly is.” _ “Well, deary, there is one thing—” began Miss Stump “34t she didn’t finish, for at this moment the door to the tent ‘Was raised and Red Hand entered, and, facing the spinster, » “My braves are hungry, and the pale-face squaw knows. OW to cook, for Red Hand has been to the Post in disguise, faten at the table of the pale-face, There is meat and COmicbooks:com)