Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
"What do 'ee want, Billee?" he inquired, going up to the trapper. "I want ye to hold this," answered Garey, offering him a round white shell, about the size of a watch, a species of which there were many strewed over the ground. "It's a bet, boyee?" "No, it is not." "Ain't wastin' yur powder, ar yur?" "I've been beat shootin'," replied the trapper, in an undertone, "by that 'ar Injun."
The whole mass was then flung upon the fire, and pounded down among numerous bones of the buffalo, already simmering in the cinders. An anatomist only could have detected the presence of a human skeleton. "Now, Rube; the arrows?" "If 'ee'll leave that to me an' Bill Garey, I think them two niggurs kin fix 'em so as to bamfoozle any Injuns thur is in these parts.
The men clustered round him to offer their advice and listen to his directions. "We can fight them, capt'n, even-handed," said the trapper Garey. "Thar ain't over two hundred." "Jest a hundred and ninety-six," interposed a hunter, "without the weemen. I've counted them; that's thar number."
No one dissented, as the hunters, pleased with the joke, were anxious to see it carried through. Rube did not detain them long. Leaving his rifle in the hands of his friend Garey, he led the old mare up towards the spot that had been occupied by the Indian girl. Reaching this, he halted. We all expected to see him turn the animal with her side towards us, thus leaving her body out of range.
Garey, drawing a long breath, planted himself firmly, the heel of his left foot opposite to, and some inches in advance of, the hollow of his right. Then, jerking up his gun, and throwing the barrel across his left palm, he cried out to his comrade "Steady, ole bone an' sinyer! hyar's at ye!" The words were scarcely out when the gun was levelled.
They mout sight white skin by moonlight. Them o' us that must go along 'll have to paint Injun, or we'll be fooled arter all; we will." Seguin, taking this hint, selected for the advance most of the Delaware and Shawano Indians; and these were now dressed in the clothes of the Navajoes. He himself, with Rube, Garey, and a few other whites, made up the required number.
Having ridden a distance of two or three miles, Garey slackened his pace, and put the mustang to a slow walk. A little farther on he again halted, and held his horse at rest, in the beaten path. Rube now came up, and spread the three blankets lengthwise along the ground, and leading westward from the trail. Garey dismounted, and led the animal gently on the blankets.
Garey now took up the blankets, and, remounting, commenced riding slowly back by the foot of the mountain; while Rube returned to the trail, and placed a third arrow at the point where the mustang had parted from it. He then proceeded south as before. One more was yet needed to make doubly sure.
"To my astonishment, I now recognised the features of that individual, the absence of whose brown locks had produced such a metamorphosis as, I believe, was never effected by means of borrowed hair. "`Here's your scalp, Doc, cried Garey, running up with the wig, `by the livin' thunder! yer saved us all; and the hunter seized the German in his wild embrace.
They had seen white faces as they rode up. The lie exasperates them, and the ominous click of rifles being cocked is heard on all sides. "You have spoken falsely, old man," cries Seguin. "We know you have white captives. Bring them forth, then, if you would save your own lives!" "Quick!" shouts Garey, raising his rifle in a threatening manner; "quick! or I'll dye the flax on yer old skull."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking