Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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’ THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE 18 ornpath and Egypt took up their rifles and began recon- uoitering, while Harwood turned to attend to Josiah. “Where are you hurt, Jenkins ?” asked the young hunter. “Ym shot—shot through the head—oh, salvation !” groaned the wounded man, Harwood examined his head, and found that he had been hit sure enough, but instead of being shot through the head, his forehead had been merely grazed—a red welt showing where the bullet had touched, “You are not hurt much; you are only scared,” said Har. wood, “Oh, yes, Iam! I’m dyin’ now,” persisted the Yankee, “and all thiscomes of that infurnel old fiddle and that cussed nigger.” * An’ tripping de lite fantastic toe, as poor Marssa Bell use to say, and jumpin’ so high,” interrupted Egypt, when he found that Josiah was only scared. “Oh, Egypt! Egypt! how can you mock a dyin’ man.?” “ A dyin’ coward, ye means,” said the darky. “There, you thick-lipped brute, you’ve said enough; if 1 could only live I'd pay you-- “Dat little drib ob tobaccy you. owes ?” “Oh, salvation! salvation! this is too much to take of a nigger, and I'll. be shot if J.do/” and forgetting his pain in his momentary aggravation, Josiah sprung to his feet and made -& drive at the negro, that would have undoubtedly sent him to grass had the latter not dodged the blow, “Thar, thar, thet'll do, Josiah,” exclaimed _Thornpath “If yer still sp’ilin” fur a fite, ye can fite them Ingins.” All eyes were turned toward the western shore, where they beheld innumerable dark shadows moving about among the trees. “T tell you, boys,” said Thornpath, “ the hull Sioux tribe’s over thar, oe we've got to git away from this island afore they get over on the ’tother shore and surround it. If they do, we're gone up, fur they'll never leave here till they git our =, 7 ae exclaimed Josiah, in a tremulous tone, v can we ever get away from here ?” jon’t know. ,’Spects we'll have uudder Deer Creek de . come Rgokere com —