 Gang, welcome to another comic book reading. We're doing a live stream on Twitch, and we've got a couple books, two or three books, picked out to read segments for. One of them is this book right here. Two Fist of Tales, number 40, from 1955, EC Comics. This comic book is one of the comics that we picked up in a recent comic book haul. We bought about, I don't know, probably around 55 comic books in the last couple of weeks. So I took out three of them that we can have a read through. So when I got this book, I actually didn't know this had a little short segment of Last of the Moikens. So when I picked it up, I flipped through it and when I saw Last of the Moikens, I was ecstatic about it and definitely knew that we were going to do a comic book reading for this. As far as the grade for this comic book goes, this is graded at good, very good, which is 3.0. So it's a low grade. It's from 1955 and it's got all the grades from EC Comics. Most of the grades from EC Comics. There's a lot of great artists and writers from EC Comics that define the comic book industry, really. In this one we got George Evans, John Putman, John Severin, Jack Davis, and Mary Severin. There's a whole bunch of people that did work for this. So let's crack this open and just flip through it. Now what we'll do, I'm just going to take the tape off of this because we don't want to snag this at all. Take a look at the cover and then we'll flip through this and find Last of the Moikens. I personally would have graded this as better than good, very good. I would grade this as very good, very good plus possibly, but we'll take a closer look at it. There's a little bit of missing there and my fingers gain. The purple is eating a lot of mulberries recently. George Evans cover. Glad to add another EC book to my collection. Any three of these complete new masterpieces of science fiction, yours for only $1, science fiction anthology, omnibus of science fiction, The Caves of Steel. Nice. And we ended up paying $26.89 Canadian for this, which comes out to around $20 US. This thing costs, and it's a really good price for this book at this grade. Proof of eight brands tested. Panic is best imitation of mad. And Panic is one of the titles that EC Comics was putting out. Let's read the fine print for this. Why not? I like reading the fine prints of these. So two fisted tales, December 1954, 1954, 1955, Volume 1, number 40, published by Monthly by Fables Publishing Company, Incorporated, 225 Lafayette Street, New York 12, New York William M. Gaines, right? William Gaines, managing editor, Harvey Kurtzman, editor, entered a second class matter at the post office at what? At New, must be New York, New York, New York, subscription, eight issues for $1 in the US, elsewhere, $1.25. Entire Contest Copyright in 1954 by Fables Publishing Company, Incorporated. Printed in USA, unsolicited manuscripts will not be returned unless accompanied by stamped return envelope. No similarities between any of the characters, names, or persons appearing in this magazine with any of those living or dead is intended, and any such similarity is purely coincidental. This is John Severn. Let's sign right there. John Severn. Dying Bane. Oh, yeah, this is, I would grade this so much harder than Good Very Good. To me, this would be a very good plus. So that's like a five page story at the end, right? Two fisted tails, number 40. Easy comics, right? Flaming Coffins. What's this? Squalus. Dogfish. 730 AM US Submarine Squalus. Lieutenant Oliver F. Nakin. Commanding. Put out from Port's Mouth Navy Yard. Check this out. Rescue Chamber. 1955. Dogfights. Look at this. Just plain being shh. What is that sack being thrown at him? The gang got through. Now we'll get some help. Whoop, too late. Nice fight scene. Boom, boom, boom. That's a nice crash. That'll work. Jump as we go on Ames. It's soft, muddy, then get away fast. Now Ames, jump. Oh, he didn't jump. Look at that. He got stuck. Oh, crap. Blah. I'm caught. He's gonna burn up. Got to get all Ames. Got to Russell, Russell. She'll explode. Get you, get you out. Russell, you fool. Oh, you went to get him. Nice. He got him out. Oh, he saved them. Look at that. Look at that. Saved them. The artwork for this must be signed. George Evans. But John, not George Evans. John Severn. No, no, no. George Evans. George Evans did the artwork for this beautiful artwork. Indeed, indeed. 319 stamps. Yours for only 25 cents. Man, this is the last of the more you can story that we want to read. And this is artwork with Jack Davis. Look at this. Nice. Nice. Gang. Let's have a read through this. I was ecstatic to flip through this, and find that it had last of the Mohicans in here. So I'm psyched for this. So this is the last of the Mohican story. Artwork is by Jack Davis. And the script, I believe, is by Jack Davis as well. Sega Moors, Mohicans, and Delaware. So I believe the script is Jack Davis as well. And this is Two Fisted Tales number 40 from EC Comics from 1955. 1954, 1955. It's the second last issue I believe of Two Fisted Tales. So let's have a read through this. And this is based on the book that came out in 1780, something, I believe. And the movie is absolutely amazing with Daniel Day Lewis. Last of the Mohicans. The following pictures have been excerpted from a story by James Finmore Cooper that took place during the French and Indian wars. They concerned a white scout called Hakai, a Mohican chief called Chingachuk. His son, his son, Unkas, and their personal feud with the Horan Indian tribe. These six pages attempt only to give a tantalizing glimpse into that great classic, The Last of the Mohicans. Where are the blossoms of those summers fallen? One by one. So all my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hilltop and must go down into the valley. And when Unkas follows in my footsteps, there will no longer will be any of the blood of the Sagamores. For my boy is the last of the Mohicans. Sagamores is Mohicans and Delaware's. And he's telling the story to Hakai. Thus spoke the words of Chingachuk, tribal chief of the Remnani Mohicans. Thus listened Hakai, fearless scout and hunter, friend of the Sagamore. Thus answering Unkas, son of Chingachuk, bravest of warriors, enemies to the Makwas. Unkas is here, Makwas, Horan. Do the Makwas dare to leave the print of their Makasans in these woods? I have been on their trail and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands, but they lie hid like cowards, the sun replies. The thieves are out lying for, lying for scalps and plunder. That bushy Frenchman, Mont Calme, will send his spies into our very camp and he will know that road we travel. This enough, they shall be driven like deer from the bushes. Hakai, let us eat tonight and show the Makwas that we are men tomorrow, says the Chief Stun. I am ready to do one as the other. Talk of the devil and he will come. Here is a pair of the biggest antlers I have seen this season. Now, Unkas, I bet my charger three times full of powder against a foot, one palm, that I take him at winks the eye. Hakai, will you fight the Makwas? Hakai replies. I must leave the buck to your arrow, Unkas, or we will kill a deer for them thieves. The Inquas, Iroquai to eat. Unquas, Iroquai, Huron, that is what is referred to. In another moment, the thwang of the cord was heard, a white streak was seen glancing into the bushes. The buck plunged from cover, avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Unkas darted to his side and passed his knife across the throat of the bounding deer. Supper, that was done with Indian skill, and was a pretty sight to behold, Hakai says, though an arrow is a near shot and needs a knife to finish the work. Huh? The chiefs then saying, be quiet. By the lord, there is a drove of them. If they come with in range of a bullet, I will drop one, though the whole six nations should be lurking within sound. What do you hear? Chinga chukok, for to my ears, the woods are dumb, Hakai says, and the chiefs then put his head on the ground. See if you can hear them. There is but, there is but one deer and he is dead. I hear the sound of feet, he says. Perhaps the wolves have driven the buck to shelter and are following on his trail. No, the horses of white men are coming, Hakai. They are your brothers. Speak to them, he says. That will, that will I, and in English, that the kings need be ashamed to answer. Ha, there goes something. Now I hear, yes, God keep them from the Iroquois, the Hurons. Who comes? Who comes hither among the beasts and dangers of the wilderness, Hakai asks. Believers in religion and friends to the law of the king, men who have journeyed since the rising sun in the shades of this forest, without nourishment and are sadly tired of their wayfaring. We are lost, they reply. There's a couple of ladies with them. With an Indian guide lost in the woods when the sun is scorching the treetops and the water course are full when the moss on every beach he sees will tell him in which quarter the North Star will shine at night. The woods are full of deer paths which run to the streams well known to everybody. What Indian is he? Magwa Huron, recognized by Hakai and his two companions and sensing his plight failing, he plunged at a single bound into the thick thicket. The Huron had escaped to try trickery some other time. Though the small British party was saved from the maquois that day, they journeyed on to Fort William Henry, only to find Mont-Calm's troops. Mont-Calm's troops had begun invading the place. Hakai, knowing the land so well, was able to lead the party through the French lines unseen. The overwhelming forces of Mont-Calm took the fort with an honorable surrender. The maquois being cheated of their British scalps attacked the British and before the French could help the maquois had taken captive the colonel's daughter. With the skill of Hakai, one daughter was saved and later the Delaware cousins to the Mohicans brought tribal war of maquois and the Hurons. After a vicious fight the Hurons were put to flight in defeat. Maquois, raising a yell that spoke volumes of anger and disappointment, darted away from the scene, attendant by his two only surviving friends. Unkas, who had vainly sought him in the melee, bounded forward in pursuit as if life to him possessed by a single object. Maquois, maquois scalp, Hakai and the two British officers followed Unkas, Hakai holding his fire for Unkas desire for victory. The Hurons leaped into a thicket and entered into the mouth of a cave that led up the mountain. For a moment the race was believed to be lost when a white robe was seen fluttering in the dark. This Korah, Korah, Korah, this the maiden courage lady, we come, we come, Hakai. The knaves will pick us off at this distance. The knives will pick us off at this this knave, no knaves can pick us off at this distance and see they hold the maiden so as to shield themselves. At this moment the forms of all four were strongly drawn against an opening in the sky and they disappeared. The impetus young men were rewarded and encumbered with Korah the Hurons were losing ground in the race chasing us through the mountains. Stay dog of the wind dots. A Delaware girl calls, stay one dots Hurons again. I will go no further kill me if that will detestable Hurons. I will go no further she says. Woman choose the wigman, wigman or the knife or le saptel choose. Le saptel, Magus French title. Magus French title. Just then a piercing cry was heard above them and Unkas appeared leaping from a fearful height. Magus ate, she sheathed his own knife in the bosom of Korah. Diverted by this interruption Magus buried his weapon in the back of the Delaware. Unkas rose from the blow as a wounded panther and struck the murderer of Korah. Then with a stern and steady look he turned to Magus. His failing strength expended. The latter seized the unresisting Delaware and passed his knife into his bosom many times. Keeping his gaze on of scorn, Unkas fell dead at his feet. Magus issued a cry of triumph and made a desperate leap. Falling short of his mark though his hands grasped a shrub all he had to do was pull up for escape. The long rifle of Hakai was raised pouring out its contents dealing death to the cunning Magwa. Thus came the burial of Unkas. Why weep that a chief has filled his time with honor. He was good. He was dutiful. He was brave. Manitou had need of such warrior and had called him away. I am now a blazed pine. In a clear clearing of the pale faces my race has gone. I am alone, the chieftain says. No, Sagamore. Not alone. The gifts of our colors may be different, but the God placed us as to journey in the same path, Hakai replies. Then spoke Taminod, chief of the Delaware, to disperse the multitudes. It is enough. Go children of the Lenyap, the Delaware tribe. The anger of the Manitou is not done. Why should Taminod stay? The pale faces are masters of the earth and the time of the red man. Red men has not yet come again. My day has been too long. In the morning I saw the sons of Unames. Happy and strong, and yet before the night has come, have I lived to see the last warrior of the wise race of the Mohicans. Very cool. Very cool. And this ending, if you've seen the movie, I'm not going to give too many spoilers. It sort of plays out like this, but different. Okay. The last of the Mohicans movie with Daniel de Lewis, is extremely powerful. One of the most brilliant scenes in movie history, this part that they're describing here, and it plays out a little different. The same, but a little different. Okay. Highly recommend watching it. Highly recommend watching it. Beautiful. Beautiful. Two fisted tails, number 40. Let's flip through the rest of this, just yesterday or day before, actually. I had a look at this story too. This looks amazing, but we'll save it for maybe another reading in our retirement. The artist for this one is John Severn. Okay. This one's John Severn. And look at this. Just beautiful. What's the intro to this? Let's see the intro. The summer sun beats uneasily, uneasily down upon a confederate patrol on the eastern bank of a small river, beats mercilessly upon the little bridge which spans the river, beats upon the squad of men pinned down to that bank by the keen eyes and swift rifle of sharpshooter. So there's a sniper there. And this is just flipping through this a couple of days ago. It goes back into the story, I think, of a childhood. And it was just, I didn't read it, but I looked at the imagery and the panels. And the panels tell a huge chunk of the story, right? The artwork. Beautiful. Car burning oil. Engineers discovery stops it quick without a cent for mechanical repair. Save $50 to $150 in repair bills. At that time, there's a lot of dough. What is this? They're pulling in there. Let's see. Like squeezing toothpaste out of a tube. I don't know what that did to your car. Send for my free outfit and start a quick cash spare time shoe business. Become albandi with this guy selling men's shoes. Cool. Very happy to have gotten this. Very happy to have gotten this. And yeah, I would give this not good, very good. I would give this very good plus. Fantastic. And put the tape back on this. Awesome. Awesome. Awesome.