Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 71: what you’re looking at

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; | THB PERILS OF THE PRALRIB. 7% Claimed, fuming with rage. Then to his men: “Come, stir _€p here, you sleepy louts, and gather up what plunder you can Carry, for our ponies have gone to the devil, and the first thing you know we'll be there too, for every gun and knife is gone.” Feeling quite “ under the weather,” the savages gathered up Part of their plunder and set off through the woods, the chief fairly dancing with rage and baftled triumph. However, he had not gone far when he was so fortunate as to find his fa- Vorite horse, that had got fast in its tether-strap and was un- able to follow the others off. Mounting the animal, he rode on in advance of his men. Presently he came to the edge of the Prairie, but, before emerging from the shelter of the woods, he stopped to wait for his savages and see that the coast before them was clear. He soon discovered that it was not. Not More than half a mile away he saw two persons on horseback approaching the very point where he was standing, from the direction of Slaughter’s settlement. As they came nearer, an evil light flashed in the chief's dark eyes and a triumphant, -eering stile played about his bloodless lips, for he recognized the riders as George Raymond and his beautiful and peerless daughter Nora, who resided at Slaughter’s settlement, “ Ah! I remember now,” the chief said to himself ; “ it’s old George and daughter going to the Post. To-day is when they Promised to be there on a visit. Well, really, Carl O—, I mean Red Hand, you are in luck as well as out. True, I have lost that modest little violet of a Mabel, but who wouldn't exchange her for that peerless, haughty, dashing little rosebud, Nora Ray- mond. I’m glad she’s coming, for it will save a ride to the Settlement and perhaps a warm time; but the settlement must fall anyhow, especially if I git the girl, for the settlers might make it warm for me, or steal her away from me, if they're Sllowed to stay about. But Nora, Nora, peerless Nora I’m determined to have if it costs me every Ingin. I know old George is grit to the backbone, but if the old coon don't give Under, I'll give him a taste of ¢iat,” and the chief drew a small, ‘ilver-mounted revolver from an inner pocket and held it up Whirling his animal he dashed back into the woods. In a moment he met his Indians,who during his absence, had been Joined by another party of savages wellarmed Having ap- comignacks.com _ ‘