Fifteen Western Tales, January 1953 — page 68: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OVER THE HILL TO HELL The endless prairie, the burning desert, the stark mountains, and the hostile savages were easy enough for big Bill Shawn, for in his years as a wagon scout he’d conquered them all .... but God save him from this caravan of mutinous greenhorns, who’d lose their way anywhere—except on the road to hell! Kalder cried, “Pll stop you, Shawn, from leading us to tryin!” By ROBERT TRIMNELL HE mountains had been before them for so many days that their eyes had shriveled from squinting at them through the glitter of sun on the alkali flats. Their skins were burnt black or blistered to a fiery red, but still, they made their way ‘through the burning wastes, intent on their goal. _ It was rough in the heat. The spokes dried “out and rattled and the wheels shrunk until their iron tires suddenly clattered off. But not until the wagon tongues snapped, did their tempers go. The brunt of abuse was heaped on Big 68 Conn () DOOKS,. CO