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Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, October 5, 1892.No. 13. {COMPLETE.} FRANK TOUSEY,Publisher, 34 & 36North Moore Street, New York.{PRICE 5 CENTS.} Vol. INew York, December 17, 1892.Issued Weekly.Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1892, by FRANK TOUSEY, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.FRANK READE, JR.,WITH HIS NEW STEAM HORSE IN THE NORTH-WEST;or, Wild Adventures Among the Blackfeet.By “NONAME.”
Entered as Second Class Matter at the New York, N. Y., Post Office, October 5, 1892.
No. 13. {COMPLETE.} FRANK TOUSEY,Publisher, 34 & 36North Moore Street, New York.{PRICE 5 CENTS.} Vol. I
New York, December 17, 1892.Issued Weekly.
Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1892, by FRANK TOUSEY, in the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C.
FRANK READE, JR.,WITH HIS NEW STEAM HORSE IN THE NORTH-WEST;or, Wild Adventures Among the Blackfeet.
By “NONAME.”
One of the bowlders near he selected and crept behind it. Then he opened fire. But at this moment from the woods in Walker’s rear now burst the other band of savages. His case seemed hopeless, indeed, when suddenly the echoes of the wilderness were awakened with the notes of a steam whistle, the rumble of wheels and clatter of iron hoofs was heard, and into view dashed the Steam Horse. But if he was shocked the Indians were doubly so.
One of the bowlders near he selected and crept behind it. Then he opened fire. But at this moment from the woods in Walker’s rear now burst the other band of savages. His case seemed hopeless, indeed, when suddenly the echoes of the wilderness were awakened with the notes of a steam whistle, the rumble of wheels and clatter of iron hoofs was heard, and into view dashed the Steam Horse. But if he was shocked the Indians were doubly so.
One of the bowlders near he selected and crept behind it. Then he opened fire. But at this moment from the woods in Walker’s rear now burst the other band of savages. His case seemed hopeless, indeed, when suddenly the echoes of the wilderness were awakened with the notes of a steam whistle, the rumble of wheels and clatter of iron hoofs was heard, and into view dashed the Steam Horse. But if he was shocked the Indians were doubly so.