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Jones, J. B. (John Beauchamp), 1810-1866 [1863], Wild West scenes, or, The white spirit of the wilderness. Being a narrative of adventures, embracing the same characters portrayed in the original "WIld Western scenes". New series. (M.A. Malsby, Richmond) [word count] [eaf623T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
PETE, THE DOG—JOE AND SNEAK ON GUARD—THE ARROW—JOE
“There's that rascally Pete come to play with my Pete again,” “If he bit you in the day time, Joe,” said Sneak, who stood at “A dream! I never dream, Sneak, and you know it.” “How do I know it? I know you snore like the dickens.” “I don't believe that, Sneak; if I was to snore like the dickens “It wakes me up, and I'm getting tired of it. But whar was “Phantom—bantain's a chicken. I was passing by the cave. “Yes, and I seed you—and I seen more'n you think. You was “You did? But you couldn't. How the mischief could you “I seed you with the tolescope, from the tower. Don't lie out “And so you've been watching me. Well, I did'nt tell you my “Ho! That's it, hey! But dod rot it, Joe, I've been havin' some “Sneak,” said Joe, “we've got to fight, we've got to fight a duel
“No you don't see it. Dod—I wouldn't fight a duel for any Irish “You give her up, then, do you?” “I hav'nt said it. Do you like her, Joe?” “Like her? Of course. Who else is here I can like?” “Nobody but the darkies, and they're wus than squaws. And “Why don't you like Biddy, Sneak?” “Why, she calls me Mr. Snake.” “She does? I know she hates Snakes. But, Sneak she “I know all about that—but dod rot it, who would like to have Sneak then turned abruptly and strode briskly towards the opposite “You'll give her up to me, then?” said Joe, as they met “I hav'nt got her to give her. Dod rot the gal! Let her rip! “Hang it, Sneak,” said Joe, “I should think being in love would “Love! But the Indgens. Charley says you got frightened.” “Charley, a little boy! But, Sneak, Biddy is a right pretty girl. “He said you looked like deer's taller, which aint yaller, like “And she's the right size—as tall as La-u-na, and white as Mrs. “And you fell flat on your face, and was so frightened you
“That's a lie, Sneak. I would'nt speak, because I did'nt want “And Mr. Glenn says you got lame.” “That was a lie I told him, Sneak, because I did'nt want to “I despise red hair,” said Sneak, turning away and rushing towards “You've got red hair yourself,” cried Joe, after him. When they met again, not a word was spoken by either, and they “Joe,” said Sneak, laying his hand heavily on his shoulder, “Sneak,” said Joe, turning round suddenly, “who do you think “How could I tell this fur? I saw you moving your arms, but “Sneak, has all the hair come back the Indians pulled off of “No, and never will, for the biggest of the rascals stripped off He took off his cap and bowed his head so that Joe could see a “Well, Sneak, screw your anger up to the sticking point; the “Dod rot him! Are you sartin? “Yes, for he confessed it.” “Has he got any hair?” “A scalp-lock.”
“I must have his sculp.” “Aint he too old?” “Maybe he is—but maybe he's got a son. I'll make him “Sneak,” said Joe, in a sort of whisper, “that old rascal might “That's not so, Joe; the brown dog aint a white spirit. He's “Perhaps there's a white one in the cave, Sneak; any how, they “Sneak's my name, but it's not my natur, Joe,” said Sneak. “I “Me! I go sneaking after the Indians in the dark! I'd scorn it. “I won't go—that's enough. It's agin my principles—and I “Do you know that, Sneak?” asked Joe, very earnestly. “Yes, I know it. I got up in the tower when Mr. Glenn and
“What for?” asked Joe. “What for! Do you think the Apaches are goin' to allow us to “Can't we give some to them, too?” “But they'll be mad because we gin 'em to the others fust. I “I'm glad of one thing,” said Joe, after a long pause; “they “That'no advantage of our'n,” said Sneak; “they'll shoot us “Blast the Indians!” said Joe. “I wish they'd attend to their “'Why, you dunce, it's their business not to let us alone; and it's Joe turned and resumed his march, and walked with so much “What's thar, Joe?” asked Sneak, coming up behind him. Joe's response was a violent spring backwards, and the force was “Dod rot it!” said Sneak, with difficulty, the breath almost “Hush! hist!” said Joe, turning over and whispering in his “What's thar?” repeated Sneak. “Indians!” “Indgens! It's the friendly Camaches, I guess.” “No,” said Joe, continuing to whisper. “No? Dod rot it, then, what are we laying here for? Git off of “Stop, Sneak,” said Joe, “let me get my gun.”
They grasped up their guns silently. Joe ran the muzzle of his “You've knocked my flint out,” said Sneak. “Here it is,” he “No,” said Joe, “not now,” for he had not looked out since his “Joe,” continued Sneak, “if it's a false alarm, I'll knock you “Hush, Sneak, don't speak so loud—I'll swear to it.” “Let me look,” said Sneak, peering through the hole over the “How far is he off?” asked Joe. “Near a quarter mile.” “He was almost up to the picket when I saw him.” “That's nothing; he mought've been agin the slabs there, and “Shoot at him, Sneak,” said Joe. “You be dot rot! You want me to lose my gun for breaking “No I don't, Sneak, upon my honor. We can shoot our enemies.” “But if it's a Camanche, he's no enemy.” “I'll swear he's no friend, if it's the one I saw. I'll swear he “He did? But may be he had no arrow, and was jest frightenen
“Now, Sneak, how could he tell me from you?” “That's a fact; and he'd no business to be creepin' up to the “He was,” said Joe, “and who can tell if he has'nt been shootin' “We kin tell he has'nt hit 'em,” said Sneak. “I won't shoot, “Then, without swearing to it, Sneak, I'll take my—I mean, as “Then he's your enemy—and you can do jest as you please.” “Why, Sneak, I heard the arrow hit right close to the hole.” “You did? Then clar the way, and let me see.” Sneak, without removing Joe's gun from the orifice through “Git out of the way, now,” said he, in a low and determined “Stop, Sneak,” said he, “let me see if I'm wounded.” “You're a fool! Wounded, and not know it.” “I see it,” said Joe; “it's a flint head, and it's stuck deep in “Git out o' my way,” said Sneak, endeavoring to thrust Joe The explosion was tremendous, and the reverberations echoed
“He's gone, anyhow,” said Sneak, looking out. “Maybe I've killed him,” said Joe. “You be dot rot!” said Sneak, contemptuously. “I suppose you're mad because I would'nt let you shoot first,” “Now, see here, Joe,” said Sneak, turning to his companion, “Done what?” “Killed that snarvilerous savage.” “Is he dead?” “He's laying down jest where he stood—and it's likely he's “Tiderei—tidereo—tiderum!” sang Joe, dancing about on the “And was it not an accident?” asked Glenn, who came up, followed “No, sirree,” said Joe. “Then give me your gun, sir. I see that further lenity will not “You may take my gun, Mr. Glenn,” said Joe, “but I hav'nt “Explain, Sneak,” said Glenn. “Give him his tarnation gun,” said Sneak. “Take it, Joe,” said Glenn, understanding Sneak's meaning. “It's all right,” said Joe, in reply to William's interrogating
William thrust his arm through and extracted the arrow. “It is an Apache arrow,” said he, “and the feather is from a “True,” said Glenn; “this is a declaration of war.” “Aint it war itself?” asked Joe. “He came near hitting me in “Did you hit him?” “I rather guess I did. That looks mightily like a dead Indian “Is it so, Sneak?” “Look and see,” replied Sneak, pointing in the direction where “We'll know now,” said William, “for I see Red Eagle coming The chief, attracted by the astounding report, had sought to Glenn and William left the enclosure and joined the chief without “Is he an Apache?” asked William, when near enough to ascertain “Yes,” said Red Eagle, in his own dialect. “He has been following
Having uttered these words, the great chief departed towards Soon after Sneak and Joe were beckoned to, and came out and “Let me see where I hit him,” said Joe. “At what point did you aim?” asked William. “Answer that,” said Sneak. “At the bulk,” said Joe. “My gun scatters at that distance— It was true—and the shot had penetrated the brain. It was the “Ketch hold,” said Sneak, seeing Joe's reluctance. “Mr. Glenn,” said Joe, “it makes me sick to touch dead “Then you ought'nt to kill 'em,” said Sneak. “But this is a “Saying this, he threw the body over his shoulder, and set off in “What're you doing, Sneak?” cried Joe, following, and seeing “Who lost a knife?” asked Sneak, when he deposited his burden “I,” said Joe; “I lost mine a week ago. That's it—where did “In the Indgen's pouch.” “Then h's been in here, for I lost it here.” “Sartin! The snarvilerous dog's been every whar.” “Good gracious! And he might have shot me from the inside,” “Get the spades, Joe,” said Sneak. “I reckon you can dig. “What's that?” asked Joe, returning with the spades, and seeing
“I don't know, Joe. It looks like a rock on one side, and it's It proved to be a diamond of great value. The tomahawk,
Jones, J. B. (John Beauchamp), 1810-1866 [1863], Wild West scenes, or, The white spirit of the wilderness. Being a narrative of adventures, embracing the same characters portrayed in the original "WIld Western scenes". New series. (M.A. Malsby, Richmond) [word count] [eaf623T]. |