The Huge Hunter - Or, the Steam Man of the Prairies by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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gotten himself into an inextricable difficulty, for how to reach the
steam man and renew the fireunder the circumstanceswas a question which might well puzzle an older head to answer. It was unfortunate that the machine should have been taken at this great disadvantage, for it was stripping it of its terror to those Indians, who were such inveterate enemies to the whites. They had probably viewed it with wonder and fear at first; but finding it undemonstrative, had gradually gathered courage, until they had congregated around it, and made as critical a scrutiny as they know how. Whatever fear or terror they had felt at first sight was now gone; for they seemed on the most familiar terms with it. Several climbed into the wagonothers passed in and around the helpless giantand one valiant follow bit him a thwack on the stomach with his tomahawk. This blow hurt the boy far more than it did the iron man, and he could hardly repress a cry of pain, as he looked upon the destruction of his wonderful friend as almost inevitable. The savage, however, contented himself with this demonstration, and immediately after walked away toward the mountain. The observant boy knew what this meant, and he withdrew from his temporary hiding-place, and started to watch him. The fact that the Indian followed precisely the path taken by him, did not remove the uneasiness, and be made up his mind that nothing but |
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