Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 67: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIKIB. 71 “eyes by leaves and brush being laid over it. However, the that it was intended for never came around, and the pit- remained undisturbed, until it had served its originator a r turn, as we have seen. “Hat ha! ha!” roared Thornpath, as he looked upon the Savages floundering and struggling in the water to their necks, “I say, red-skins, how’s thet fur the near cut to the wigwams © the pale-faces, yonder? It's @ nearer cut to the happy bhuntin’ grounds, ain't it? How ‘bout Red Hand and his hatchet and skulps now? Sich comes o’ yer pokin’ yer noses into white folks’ affairs, fur the devil ll git ye now, hatchets, 8kulps and all.” “Ugh! waugh!” grunted a half-strangling red-skin, who, being shorter than his companions, fared badly. “Serpent great warrior —good pale-face—no see Ingin drown.” “ Humph ! thet’s cool,” ejaculated the Trailer. “ W’at the thunder do I keer w’at comes 0’ ye? If ye’d ever studied Moral philossify o’ the human family, ye'd find a leetle clause thet says: “ Do unto Ingins as Ingins would do unto you.’ Now, w’at ’d ye done unto me if ye hadn't got in thar and ‘Bot me to Red Hand's village?” “Scalped, and sizzled and burned!” exclaimed an indig- Rant savage—the same whose “ bread-basket” Thornpath had Upset a short time previouse _ “Then you ’uns kin struggle and strangle and drown fur all I keer,” replied the hunter, as he stood and laughed at the red-skins, in their vain attempt to escape from the pit. _ Once an agile fellow succeeded in reaching the top by the &id of the slimy plants and his companions, but the loose, crumbly soil gave way, and he was precipitated back head- remost, burying for a moment two of his companions be heath the debris, aad routing the snakes and frogs in grea Confusion. ‘ “Try it ag’in, red-skin,” said the old Trailer, “ Moral Philossify says: “If at fust ye don’t succeed, try, try it ag’in.” ~* Waugh ! pale-face weak squaw—big bloat — crooked | “And a fine chap in gineral,” interrupted the hunter ; “ but, Tiel ye, sedsktes, 1 doa't west to be too bard on ye, so I > ee . Commichooks.comm _~