Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 51: what you’re looking at

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(HE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE, 5S no difference between the grass about bis head and the other tussocks that were quite numerous in the immediate vicinity, the red-skins did not notice that a new tussock had sprung up into view. Even if they did, they had not the least suspi- Ase of their dreaded enemy’s head being snugly ensconced rein. “Well, how does it work ?” asked Frank, when the hun- ter nad straightened himself up. “Like a charm, like a charm, my boy ; but, T’ll bet thar’s Some trick up with the Ingins. Thar’s six o’ em, I know, but I can't see but five, and they’re lookin’ right this way. If you'll jist hand me agur T'll wing one o’ the birds right Onter the spot.” . Frank banded him a rifle, and without moving his head the hunter raised it carefully up to a level with his face and fired. There was a loud yell, but, whether he had “ winged” the Savage be was uuable to tell. Still retaining his position, he Seon discovered a single savage raise his head in the same Place where he had seen the five. Frank handed him an- Other rifle which he immediately brought to bear upon the Sayage, but, with what effect, he was still unable to tell; for Scarcely had the smoke from his rifle cleared away than he discovered a white arrow ascend straight into the air about way between-him and the Indians; and while the Trailer Stood trying to ascertain the import of the signal, a rifle-ball Went whisking through the tussock, so close to his head that another lock of his hair was cut off, as well as several stalks Of the grass. Of course, Thornpath went down upon his knees in a twinkling, and the tussock, as a matter of course, , also; and, a moment later, a triumphant savage laugh rung out over the swamp; then the hunter knew that his exploit with the grass had been detected. “Oh, I'll beat ye yit, ye red hellyons!” exclaimed, the ‘Trailer, growing somewhat indignant. “Tll make ye langh Outen voter corner of yer mouth afore many minits. Tm Rot goin’ to hey my ha’r lifted a bit at a time—no, sir; all or “Rone, the’s my motto, But, we've got to change our base a on, Te Mister Loes know too wel! whar to look --Socsaying, the hunters took up their rifles, and crawled 3 Z ee ‘ ilcomich Fcom