The Huge Hunter - Or, the Steam Man of the Prairies by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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Of the twenty odd who were upon the steamer at the time of the
explosion, nearly one-half were killed; they sinking to the bottom almost as suddenly as the wrecked steamer, of which not a single trace now remained. The survivors made their way to land, reaching it a short distance below their starting-point, and here they assembled, to commiserate with each other upon their hapless lot and determine how they were to reach home. Our three friends had remained upon shore about half an hour, the two waiting for the third to recover, when the latter raised himself apon his elbow in the attitude of listening. At the same time he waved his hand for the others to hold their peace. A moment later he said: 'I hear Injins.'' 'Begorrah! where bees the same?' demanded Mickey, starting to his feet, while Ethan gazed alarmedly about. 'Jist take a squint up the river, and tell me ef they ain't pitchin' into the poor critters thar.' Through the sheltering trees and undergrowth, which partly protected them, the two men gazed up-stream. To their horror, they saw fully fifty Indians massacring the survivors of the wreckwhooping, screeching and yelling like demons, while their poor victims were |
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