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Show An Iowa girl, who read Cooper's novels until she became possessed with the idea that she could never be happy unless as a bride of a "red man of the forest," found one last week, married him and west to his camp on the banks of the sylvan stream where he trapped for muskrats. She only stayed one night, and came home with a black eye, and had to send out for a bottle of hair restorative. It seems the noble savage got drunk and punched her in the eye, while his old squaw went among her hair. The girl don't want any more Indian, if she knows her own heart. |
