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

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| THE PERIDS OF THE PRAIRIE. 53 as high as 8 man’s shoulders, and now and then a patch of flags that reared their spear-like blades high above the grass. During the wet season this swamp contained much water, _ Which, running in from the prairies, washed the black ashes of the lately burned prairie-grass with it and colored jt to a jet-black ; hemce the name, Black Swamp. Moving briskly on, our two friends had nearly gained the ‘Wdge of the dry morass, when they were suddenly startle I by & fierce, savage yell, accompanied by the report of rifles and _ the whizzing of bullets, one of -which wounded Frank jn his arm quite painfully. , Turning about they discovered nine savages running to- Ward them with uplified tomabawks. They were not more Ahan fifty yards away, and our fricnds had but little time to act. But, quick as thought they raised their rifles and shot down two of them, then turned and dashed into-the grass jangle, closely followed by the remaining seven infuriated Sioux. By crouching down the whites could not be seen by the red- -8kins, and yet the latter could follow them by the agitated Motion of the tall buffalo-grass, but our friends momentarily Widened the distance between them; and finally, when they had gone some distance they stopped. Thornpath now _faised his head above the sea of green and found that the In- tlians had stopped, also; but before he could dodge down again, a bullet grazed the top of his head, cutting away a lock of hair. : “ Holy water o’ Jerusalem !” exclaimed the old Trailer, rub- bing his head furiously; “that’s what I call close cuttin’. Prank, my boy, we're in about the latitude to git our ha’r lifted ; and if I’m not mistaken, thar’s a-goin’ to be some tall Work in this ’ere swamp. Let's see; seven red-skins ag’ins3 us two—whew !” : The old Trailer now examined Frank’s wounded arm; and thongh no bones were broken, he found a very ugly flesh- Wound between the elbow and wrist, though it was not pain- ful. Carefully bandaging it with his handkerchief, the old ‘Trailer concluded to see what the red-skins were doing. So, *levating his cap ou his rifle, as a target to draw the Sioux fire, oo | ~ 4 ‘a “ : CommiclooolSate :