Beadle's Dime Novels No. 120: The Hunchback — page 8: what you’re looking at

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10 ' THE HUNCHBACK. had so bent and warped him, that he hardly seemed a man. He was naturally short of stature, and in addition to that he bore upon his shoulders a huge, unsightly lump, which made— his figure more ridiculous. His head was disproportionately large, and covered by a thick growth of long black hair, coarse and shaggy. A beard which neither comb nor brush had touched for a long time hung almost to his waist, and his white teeth gleamed fiercely through his parted lips. Ilis eyes, strangely enough, were large and beautiful, and he had a small hand and foot. He was armed, as all men were forced to be in those troublesome times, and well armed, too. Besides the rifle he carried in his hands, he had also a dangerous-looking knife in his belt; and a pair of pistols on either side of it. He came on with long strides, for he had powerful limbs, and quickly made his way to. the side of the Indian. Jt could be. seen at once that the latter did not like his companion to ap- proach too near him, for he hastily removed a few feet further away, and laid his hand upon his knife. A contemptuots smile curled the lip of the dwarf. “ Do you fear me?” he said. “Wando fears no man,” replied the chief, in broken English; “ but he no Jike to be too near the dark little man of the lake.” “What do you here, then?” demanded the dwarf, eagerly. “Has no man told you that this is my land, and that I have set - up my claim to it in blood? Caspar Decker has lived here long enough that men should know and fear him. Indian, what do you want? Why should you come here ?” | “The Oneidas have long arms,” said the chief, proudly, “but they are not long enough to reach over ail their land. They are a great people, and they are not the weakest of those who sit at the great council-fire of the Six Nations. Who dare say to them, ‘Come no further than this” Go! I do noé fear you, dark little man.” “T asked your business,” “Tt is my own. I did not seek to meet you,” replied the Indian, testily. “T think you lie to me,” muttered the dwarf. “ Whom do you expect to meet here ?” “ Cappen Samuel Stanton.” comiclbooks.con