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Title: Bushy : a romance founded on fact
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Alden, Cynthia May Westover, 1862-
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life -- Rocky Mountains Rocky Mountains -- Fiction
Publisher: New York : Morse
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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tremble any more; she only crouchedback into the crevice and watched. Now she re-loaded and was prepared for more Indians. Bushycould reload quicker than any of the men at thecamp. Nobody came. Noontime passed and no onevisited the shanty. Somebody will surely cometo see why we do not take over lunch to the men,thought Bushy, and he may get killed, too.Her heart ached with fright, and though it was avery warm day she shivered and shook with thecold. The rock was like ice, and the old tree keptout even the Hght. Ah, what was that ! Some one talking. Shepeeped out and saw something moving where shethought only a heap of dead men lay. A head waslifted and Bushy took aim, but before she fired shescreamed: Tom, is that you ? Tom, answer if itis you, because if you dont I am going to fire. Dont shoot, he said; then fell back on theground and moaned. Can I come out, Tom ? Only a moan was the reply. Ill go to him and pull that old Indian off him,said Bushy, pushing aside the tree, but jumping
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/5 BUSHY SHOT HIM, AND HE FELL OX HIS FACE ACROSS TOM S BODY. I THE wrJ? YOKKPUBLIC LP^^■■^^ BUSHY 121 immediately back out of sight. Another of theheap had moved. Yes, its an Indian. His head is covered withfeathers, said Bushy. * Ill drop him, or he willfinish Tom. Ugh ! it makes me feel so queer andthings get so black and She aimed at the Indian, who w^as crawlingslowly toward Tom, as he lay stretched out in thehot sun that had beaten on him for over three hours. Her shot proved fatal, for with a yell the Indiangave a leap and fell to one side of Tom, w^ho seemedto come to himself a little. He rose up again andtried to push the Indians body away. Oh, boys,give me some water ! I am dying for water ! hecried, and fell back in a faint. Stealthily Bushy slipped out and into the shanty.With a small tin bucket filled with water and carry-ing a towel she soon appeared again and crawledthrough the grass, just as Tom had done, until shereached him. Then she washed his face, pulled theIn

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