Cousin Aleck; Or, Boy Life Among the Indians

Cousin Aleck; Or, Boy Life Among the Indians

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ..."One day after date I promise to pay to Bobert Hickburn ($125.00) one hundred and twenty-five dollars, for value received. "Hugh Montqomeky. "March 20, 1822." "What Mongomery is that?" asked my father. "Why, Squire Montgomery that lives near Jackson Court-house; the leading man of the county," answered Hickmara alias HickZrarn. "And how long has Squire Montgomery known you?" my father asked, "All my life, and afore I knowed myself," replied the young man. "Then he ought to have known your name better than to write it Hickburn, when you have twice pronounced it Hickman," said my father. "Moreover, I happen to know Squire Montgomery very well, and to have in my pocket at this moment a letter from him. And I know that this note is a forgery. Scipio," he called aloud, "good boy J bring out that pitcher of water!" At the words " good boy," the senior started. "Caught in my own steel trap!" he exclaimed, wheeling at the same time his horse, that, freshened by the spur, pricked up his ears, and looked as if he were just from the stable. Scipio, at the call, came running out, gun in hand, and Kaneeka and Saloquah with him, also armed. "Don't shoot, ' good boy!' don't shoot 1" said the elder, laughing, as the two scoundrels galloped away under the pressure of spur, hiding themselves, as they went, behind the cover of a thicket. But he spoke too late; for Scipio, without orders, but incensed at the renewed insult, pulled trigger, and we heard from one of the fugitives a curse, as he said: "He has hit me!" Before Scipio's gun was heard, my father had called out: "Come back, Mr. Stone. Don't leave this money-note behind, and this certificate of your being a preacher. Come back! you will need them!" But the call was in vain. The horses' feet thundered along...show more

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  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236681185
  • 9781236681188