Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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58 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, Thornpath now dropped himself down, and seizing 1 rifle, tore the grass from about his head, and exclaimed : “ Now, Frank, is our time to rub ’em out, I succeeded in throwin’ ’em off’n the course, and they're goin’ it, lickey-ie brindle, to’rds the nor’-west. Let’s go fur em, my boy.” So saying, the hunters glided through the grass in a south- westerly direction, striking the trail of the five savages, as Thornpath had intended, but a few steps behind them. Expeciing to find the pale-faces before them, the savages glided along, little thinking that at the same moment. the whites were following tem, until they—the whites—were upon them. But, alas, ere they could raise a rifle, our friends fired, and so close were they, that two Sioux were killed outright, and one mortally wounded. The other two uttered a yell and fled, but the whites gave chase, and ere they had gone far compelled them to stop and give battle. The red- skins dropped their rifles and drew their batchets, but, before they could use them, Tnornpath threw his tomahawk and struck one of them fair on the head, killing him instantly. The other turned to flee, but Frank clubbed his rifle, and dealt him a blow that brought him down. Thornpath now gave vent to a series of triumphant yells that echoed far over the great swamp. True, his victory over the nine savages had been complete, though al a terrible risk of their lives. After awhile he said: “ Now, Frank, my boy, we kin tramp on; but, if we hadn’t salted these ere reds, we'd never got a mile from the swamp alive, so ’s we’ve lost much time here, s’pose we lean out.” “T am ready,” responded Frank, They resumed their journey nortaward; but, as the ex- ciiement of their late trouble began to wear off, Frank noticed that his arm was beginning to swell and become quite pain- ful. He expressed his fears that he would be unable to make the journey before them, but he determined to go oD so long as lie could. Pressing on, they soon cleared the Black Swamp, but they had left it but a few steps behind, wiien their ears caught the sound of a human voice, and, turning about, they bebeld, to their utmost consternation, Miss Sarah Marish Stump emerge ij — vee egos ‘swamp and advance toward them. ~¥ SS MIE LOOKS: com,