Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1868-03-12
Tale OF savage Life.
By JOHN QuILK.

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1t is also the simple story ola NO.
mans love.
And it is a touching illustration OF
the power of paternal affection.
| AS we'll as tale of bitter and ter;
rible revenge.
Il is also first-class in every re-
spect and warranted to keep one
year in any climate, and it is,a num-
Der of other things. which | won't
mention, because, i don't want to
tell the anecdote before / get to it
For / once knew a man who under
took to write preface to his book,
and when he got through he could
not tell whether to make book Of
the preface, or preface of the book
and be lost his reason, and became
a straw haired lunatic trying to- de
eide.
Out on the prairie dwelt an Indian
Chief named Fiery Nose, and Fiery
Nose had daughter, over whose
head sixteen summers might have
passed.
Now it kill be necessary, you per-
ceive, that this copper complicated
young maiden should have a lover,
in order to give this story the proper
degree of interest. So she had one,
and his name WAS Buffalo Bull, and
he was IN aged brave. some years
her senior, and he wore knock knees
and goggles, and was related to red
haired tribe of Indians who ate the
bread OF idleness excepting when
they were compelled to work for q
living, Buffalo Bull was fine old
brave, and h always hit directly
from the shoulder and considered it
no disgrace to drink nine fingers of
fire water at one time, and wear
Grape on his hat when his first wife
died.
He also had COW lick in his hair
The old aborigine Fiery Nose
hadn't the slightest idea in the world
that such venerable old savage as
B. B. sprung in the knees and spav
med as be was, ever tho't to marry
his daughter. But, strange to, say,
that was the very identical thing up
on which Buffalo had set his heart
So he called one evening at the
family mansion of Fiery Nose, with
the intention of numbering him in a
peaceable and friendly manner, and
then clipping with his daughter the
fair Prairie Flower.
On the very night Fiery Nose sat
in his library with his war paint on
trying to balance his scalp account
which was one scalp short, and the
Prairie Flower also wore paint and
sat reading Tuppers inspiring
poems, under the chandelier in the
front parlor.
When Buffalo Bull came in, he
went back into the library, and en-
tered into conversation with the old
man, for he had rare conversational
powers, and spoke his native tongue
with facility that was at once admit
rable and remarkable.
"Will You take a pipe?" asked the
hospitable Fiery Nose; 'do take
one" handing him coil of gas pipe.
81 have some tobacco that has a
stamp on it. and it consequently must
be good. TWAS grown in Paducha.
"Why don't you use the Mud Tur-
tie brandt" observed Buffalo Bull.
every paper you buy has million
dollar bill in it, and you can get it
for five cents. 1t is an excellent in
vestment for your surplus earnings.
Let me advise you to get some"
"Ah, WILL" said Fiery Nose
"Pray- haire." said he to his his child,
Ego around and buy me two papers
of Mud Turtle tobacco. You'd bet
ter ride. Get quarters worth of
tickets, and you may buy 'yallow
jack with the change"
The fair Prairie Flower kissed her
aged parent until his colors began to
run, and then she went out on her
errand with small hat over her
eyes.
'Nice girl amt she" said Fiery
Nose, "I've had great deal oftrou-
BILE bringing her up, but I'm amply
repaid and / attribute it all to the
fact that / raised her with yeast pow
ders. / got the best and they did
the business"
'She is fine girl, and no mistake
and she seems good, too. BY the
way, how are you getting along over
to your Sunday SCHOOL,"
"Tolerable thank you," said Fiery
Nose; .stolerably, l make them an
address, and play a few tunes on the
melodeon every Sabbath afternoon
but cannot attend to it properly
lyou know"
"No! Why not:"
"Well you see, / am constantly in
tcrrupted. Here last Sunday, Will,
l was right in the midst of touch
ling hymn, pale face came dowr
the road and 1 was obliged to go on
and murder him. He ran, but tolt
him that he'd got TO die, and if HI
didn1 want to GO out on fly, he't
better succumb at once.
ibid hep
Eyes, he came up and apologizet
for running, on the ground that h.
wanted to see man. But / wa
mad, for you know l am lymphati,
with q. tendency to apoplexy, and
don't like to run"
fright enough, too"
$50 gripped onto this fellow lik'
a double-headed terrier, and then
scalped him and ct him go. III
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