Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 92: what you’re looking at

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v6 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, _ “1 wouldn’t give that for yer word, Carl Oakley,” replied Thornpath, snapping his fingers. “I allersthought ye war @ sneakin’ cuss.” ) “Try me, only try me, and if I prove untrue then you can punish me. Only spare my life,” pleaded the wretch. For a moment Thornpath was silent. He was thinking— thinking of a just punishment for the red-handed scoundre), one that would bring upon him all the sufferings that his vic- tims had endured. There was no mercy in the Trailer’s heart for the wretch ; it had been hardened by the sight of burning cabins and des- olate homes, suffering captives and hellish barbarism, of which Red Hand had been the prime instigator. He knew that be was an unmitigated coward as well as traitor, and that in or- der to spare or save his life wonld submit to any disgrace or dishonor, and as an idea flashed in his mind, the Trailer said: “ Should we spare your life, Car) Oakley, you must agree to live ‘mongst the Ingins in disgrace and dishonor all yer days, and if yer ever cotched amongst white folks, yer to be cooked alive the minit ye are cotched.” _ “And I's de chile to witness de ’greement,” said Egypt, as an inkling of the old Trailer’s intention flashed in his mind. “I agree—I promise—I swear!” excl the renegade, a ray of hope gleaming in his evil eyes. “Iam willing to submit to any thing so my life is spared.” “Then, you must sebmit to have yer skulp lifled,” said the old Trailer, “ fur in no other way would ye be more dishonored by the red-skins.” “ Oh, Lord! it would kill me!” groaned the renegade. “ All but that,” replied Thornpath, “menny o’ yer victims hey survived sich a ordeal as witnesses o’ yer devilish wicked- ness.” This was more than Red Hand had anticipated. When his captors bad first spoken of pardoning him, he snpposed it would be on his word and honor, and he secretly resolved, the moment he was free, to wreak a terrible vengeance on the whites. But, alas! The excruciating thought of giving up scalp! though, it was not the sealp nor the pain that wopld be deduded by thing B,vbat We:Glsbosor it would en ee Conmicloooks.conn