The Yankee Champion — page 50: what you’re looking at

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THE YANKEE CHAMPION. PSR his heart a bitterness of loathing that ripe tyranny could never have caused. CHAPTER V, A THRILLING INCIDENT—THE OLD TORY’S DAUGHTER. The brig progressed rapidly toward her comple- tion, and Walter found no lack of help. Even the little boys had the Promethean spark of republican- ism glowing in their bosoms, and in many things they were of much service. The girls, too—bright- eyed, buxom lasses—endeavored to outvie each other in their assistance to the Yankee crew. It was the third day after the brig had been hauled into the dock. The men were engaged upon a portion of the work that did not require Walter’s immediate attendance, and he resolved to take a gun and cross the river in search of game. Perhaps he hoped that he might come across the boy- patriot, for said boy had occupied a large share of his thoughts, since the night on which first he met him. It was quite early when he sat out, and having reached the opposite side of the river, he stopped a moment to get the exact bearing of the sun with re- gard to the town, so that he might not get his head turned in winding around through the woods, and then he struck off into the bushes. | In two hours he had shot half a dozen partridges and quite a number of woodcocks, and as he was considering whether to return or try his luck further, he observed a place through the trees where there seemed to be some sort of an opening. He brought his gun to his shoulder and started for the spot, but he had not gone more than a dozen steps when the sound of music fell upon his ear. At first it sounded (E(@) ‘comicbooks my