Beadle's Dime Novels No. 126: Old Jupe — page 69: what you’re looking at

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FOUND. pr 71 away to parts unknown, while the young man slackened his long stride into a musing step, which finally ceased entirely. He was standing alone in one of the loveliest valleys of that country of wild and beautiful scenes. The red bars of sunset lay across its western extremity, where it narrowed to a mere gorge. Oh, that he could spring over those crimson bars and find himself in the land beyond this earth, where that pain at his heart should be felt no more! ‘Luke thought himself far from mortal companionship ; but, as his eye fell from the sky to the ground, he saw, be- neath a tree, a few rods from him, some one sitting. Quite certain that the stranger was an Indian, he took his rifle in his hand, advancing cautiously as others might be near, The solitary tree and short grass, however, could hardly hide many enemies; and as something in the man’s attitude told of fatigue or sickness, he went forward to ascertain if he was in need of assistance. He was quite close upon him before he discovered that the man was a negro, not an Indian, The two looked at each other some time before speaking; the negro’s countenance was of that yellow hue which tells of sickness in one of his race, but it gradually brightened; he raised himself from the trunk of the tree against which he had been leaning, and slowly clasped his hands logathary while his lips moved. “ Jupe! is this you?” Blory be to God, if dat’s you, massa “ Tt is ‘ Massa eP dupe’... “ You's changed, massa.” “And you, too, Jupe. You look as if you'd seen hard times. low in the name of every thing that is probable came you here, and alone? Where’s your party ?” “ J's my Own party, massa. I's been two years gettin’ here, but [I’s got here at las’, bless de Lord !”. So you too, have the gold-fever ?” said Bryant, looking down with almost scorn at the old, wrinkled, wasted negro, whose hair had bleached, and whose bones had gained prom- inence’since we saw him last. “ Will gold ease your rheu- matism, or be as good to you as Auntie Clare’s company .of an evening? What possessed you, Jupe ?” “De spirit ob de Lord, Massa Bryant. He’s led me and rr comiclbookks.conn