Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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~ b6 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER ; OR, along until they came to a low swale or basin. In this, w would serve us a kind of breastwork, they made another Stand, : - Laying down his rifle and side tomahawk, the old Trailer emeluded to try the grass ruse once more. But, the savages had watched, and saw, by the movement of the grass, when wna vo what point their enemy had changed, and no sooner did #8 head rise above the grass, than a bullet whistled througt the tussock. : “That's played out; it’s gittin’ old, and I'll do—” : The old Trailer did not say what he would do, for, at that instant, his eyes fell upon a savage that had crawled to the edge of the swale upon his hands and knees, and was in the very act of hurling a tomahawk at the head of yoang Har- wood. Quicker than the lightning’s flash leaps from the dark storm- cloud, the Trailer snatched up his tomahawk from the ground, and, with a single sweep, severed the red-skin’s bead from the shoulders, the trunkless member rolling like a foot-ball down into the center of the swale. “ Thar, lad!” said the hunter, as coolly as though he had beheaded a serpent. “ Thats what old butchers call a cledn stick, fur there’s nary drop o' blood on the blade.” “It's what I call a bloody deed,” said Harwood, seriously. “ That’s true, Frank, but it saved your life. The demon was jist in the act o” loppin’ off your head. If Td been enny easier I couldn’t been so quick, and if I hadn't been so quick as I war, your head ’stead o’ the red’s would be layin” thar. _ Thet red-skin wouldn't hev stopped a minit to do énny thing, ~ from skulpin’ a sleepin’ babe to murderin’ a dyin’ man; bnt, ‘buar’s three things that I won't do—thet is, I won't kill an Ingin squaw, nor pappoose, nor an Ingin in his sleep; to my notion it’s ag’inst the usage of civilized warfare. But, I never hesitate to wing a red-skin, no diffrence how, when he’s wide awake'tryin’ to git a dig at my ha'r. Thet’s my motto.” _ “What do you suppose is the meaning of this? asked Frank, advancing and removing from the back of the dead ; : Comichbooks:com| a porhe Se ee we