The Mohegan Maiden — page 95: what you’re looking at

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A REVELATION. They grasped hands, and then Burke turned to Christian. ‘You will not betray me?” he said, gazing upon the regular features of the Mohegan. | “T will answer for him, too,” said Archibald, “Me no understand who you be!” the Indian responded, With a shake of the head. | “Me do,” said Shining Star, rising and approaching him, “ Me think you good, kind man !” She placed her hand in his, and the strange man drew her toward him, with renewed interest. Suddenly a thought seemed to strike him, and darting - the table he raised the candle. Then, turning the maiden partially from him, he raised the heavy tresses of hair which fell about her left ear. , For a moment he gazed, and then, with trembling hands and uplifted eyes, he joyfully, reverentially exclaimed, “Yes—thank the God whose laws I have not always regarded—I have found her at last, my own dear lost child !” . “What do you mean?” asked Cornelius Williams, rising and gazing upon the man almost in doubt. “Sit down, and I will tell you,” he said, resuming a seat; ‘““T have been schooling myself to calmness for a long time, and I fancy my training has not all been in yain. “ When I was near New Haven, it became next to impos- sible to keep my child with me, Accordingly, I placed or with a kindly-disposed woman in the neighborhood, who lived quite by herself. For some time all prospered well till the Indians made an attack in the Vicinity, murdered the old woman, and burned her house, “Of course I supposed my child dead, and mourned her as such; but to-night I have found her once more. Yonder she sits !” He pointed to Shining Star, who sat vainly endeavoring to comprehend the full import of all that she heard, “How can you be sure of that? Mr, Williams asked, “Though ‘very fair, she certainly looks like an Indian to me.” “T will tell you. I know her, and felt that I knew her when first my eyes rested upon her, by the great resentblance sf comicbooks.conn