Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 12: what you’re looking at

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14 BALD EAGLE. skin white as milk, and a cheek like the rose. But her great charm was a head of hair of such luxuriant growth that it reached to her knees, rippling like threads of gold. He knew well that the Cowboys had doomed him to death, and he came only by stealth to the home of his beautiful bride, who lived, in the meanwhile, in the cottage with no other companion than her mother. It is not our intention to re- Jate the horrors of that miserable night, in which the elements themselves, used to human atrocities, shrieked as they rushed by, beholding Black Dick and his associates, aided by dark- ness and storm, surround the house, and haying bound the two women and secured the three without firing a shot— which they dared not do for fear of giving the alarm—put the young man to death with their bayonets, in the presence of the women, he fighting desperately all the while. The storm hid itself in the mountains all night, now and then swooping over the river, and goading its black waves to fury ; then creeping down the cottage roof, and seizing the shutters of the window, it trembled and shook, and screamed and wailed, for there lay a human form, drenched in blood-— cold, pale, stark—and a white face with blue eyes, fixed upon the dead; and there were the golden locks bleached white, white as the whitest frost-work: they were here and there flecked with blood ! The Ramapo valley; at the time of which we write, was inhabited by the tribe of Indians, known as the Ramapaughs, Whose chief was designated by his title of the Bald Eagle, and who had long been the friend and confidant of the com- mander-in-chief of the patriot forces, George Washington. The tribe was numerous and powerful, for as yet their hunt- ing grounds were not impoverished, and the streams and rivers afforded them abundance of fish: accordingly the pic- turesque wigwam of bark, hung with skins of the wild beast slain in the chase, was.to be seen all along the banks of the river, now in groups constituting a small village, and now isolated as best suited the convenience or whim of the owner. On the night in question, the Bald Eagle had been roused from the light slumber of the savage by one wild, unearthly shriek, which rose clear and distinct above the many Voices of the storm. His quick ear instantl y detected the point connicloooks. com