The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1874-09-08

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lost upon the event, and Captain S.,
were dissatisfied.
"Don't fret, cap" said Dick, chuck
ling, "you shell hev the rifle = never
fear 70
"But how? 1t was fair trade, and
he'll not give it up peaceably. It won't do
to kick up fuss with him the entire tribe
would take itup sure. How are you go
ing to manage it?"
You'll see. / know the imp. He's
like all the rest Of his tribe. kin read
him like book. You shall hev the shoot
or afore the weeks out. You've got my
word, and Long Dick don't go back on
that-nary time p confidently replied the
scout.
With this Captain s., was forced to be
content, but still he did not see into the
matter. However, his eyes were soon
opened, for on the very morning, Long
Dick rode into camp with wild whoop of
exultation, best riding the grey stallion
and brandishing the rifle.
"Thar cap--that's your rifle, and there
the hoss--nay hoss, too p and the reckless
scout uttered loud, long peal Of laughter,
as though hugely pleased.
"How is it, Dick Where is the In
dian ?' suspiciously demanded the officer.
"Come along 'th me, and I'll show ye,"
chuckled Dick, dismounting.
He led the way out from the camp for
over half mile, to spot where he had
been camping by himself for some time,
disliking the crowded grounds above.
Stepping beside a hollow gully he point
ed significantly down to where the ground
had been lately disturbed.
What is that, DickP"
"He's thar planted the imp this
mornin' r'
"What you did not kill him?"
"Don't bet on that, cap, cause if you
do, you'll lose, shure p'
Do you know what you've done ?''
angrily began the officer, when he was in
terrupted by the scout:
"Calc'late do ! Don't fly off the han
lie now, fore you're hurt ! Jest wait ontel
l gin ye the facts o. the case,'' coolly said
Dick, as he renewed his quid. "Last
night that red man came down here and
got to talkin. saw then that I'd hev the
shooter afore day, but didn't let on.
"You see thet line o. grass-tall weeds /
mean wall, thar's good browsin' close to
thet So sais on the red, sails 1: 'Thar
baint no hose fb;a,,os oro,,o1 Lo,o L.
tharP he sails no, nory only one but l
saw his eyes snap like fun, and thet he
war ready primed for to go off. So takes
the grey out yonder and ropes him out, and
then laid down to sleep but it was 'th one
eye open.
"The red went off lords the camp, and
then waited. You know the moon shined
clear last night. Wall, long lords mid
night l seed this pesky imp sneakin' up
nigh here, and saw he'd tuck the bait
He b'lived / war snoozin' sound, and then
crawled off to'rds the hOss.
Cup gets and snealxs after him. Shure
enough the critter war alter the animile,
as l lowed he'd do. lie Thought too much
O. it not to make try for both. Then as
he gifts out thar in the open, and goes to
cut the laryit, jest up and plugs the cuss
he drapped, in course, and SO l had both
hoss and gun. See ~ chuclled Dick, in
conclusion.
"But they may make fuss about it,
They II swear you. shot him just to get
the rifle back again.
81 knowed thet, and so was fixed for
it. kin prove all say. That ar fslIer-
Jim Crogham-hid out to bar witness to
it ALL"
And such was the fact. Long Dick felt
confident that the Pawnee would not aban-
don the stallion without an effort to regain
him, and he played his card according
First averting the redskins suspicious he
had laid his trap, and the fellow had fallen
into it.
Such was one of the many well known
instances of Long Dicks strategy that
have gained for him name scarcely sec
ond to that of 'tBuffalo Bill' among border
men. The above we can vouch for as be-
ing truthful.
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