The Huge Hunter - Or, the Steam Man of the Prairies by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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horrid whistle giving forth almost one continual yell, such as no
American Indian has ever been able to imitate. When they had gone a few hundred yards, Johnny again slackened the speed, for there was great risk in going at this tremendous rate, where all was entire blank darkness, and there was no telling into what danger they might run. At the speed at which they were going they would have bounded into a river before they could have checked themselves. 'Yer furgot one thing,' said Baldy, when they had considerably moderated their gait, and were using great caution. 'What is that?' 'Yer oughter had a lamp in front, so we could travel at night, jist as well as day.' 'You are right; I don't see how I came to forget that. We could have frightened the Indians more completely, and there would have been some consolation in traveling at such a time.' 'Is it too late yet?' 'Couldn't do it without going back to St. Louis.' 'Thunderation! I didn't mean that. Go ahead.' 'Such a lamp or head-light as the locomotives use would cost several hundred dollars, although I could have made one nearly as good for |
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