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RESOLVING VENGEANCE. 15 from whence it came, and he hastened to the scene. Listen- ing at the door of the cottage of David Gurney, all was hushed and silent within—no light of candle or gleam of fire ; but there was that hush, that preternatural silence which fol- lows the tumult of outrage, which is borne in upon the senses in some undefined and inexplicable way, which has a lan- guage to the inner sense without the intervention of words. He raised the latch softly, and entered; instinctively he felt the presence of death upon the floor, and he crept to the hearth, where he was soon able to light a torch, and reveal the sad spectacle within. The noble savage with expert fingers loosed the bonds of the women, and laid the lifeless head reverently, with its face upward, upon the floor. He who had faced death and ear- hage so often upon the battle-field, was touched almost to tears with the sight of the cruel outrage before him, and stood with head depressed, inwardly fathoming its depth, and in the spirit of his people already resolving vengeance upon its perpetrators. Poor Dora crept to the bosom of her dead husband and there sank to slumber, while all was silent, save the wind hurling itself along the roof, and writhing in the branches of the great forest trees. ! a —— SS ry CHAPTER II. THE ARROW. Mager brought water and towels for her husband, who Javed his face and hands long and laboriously. He was moody and silent; he called for fresh water, and again and again washed his black beard, and pressed the liquid upon his flashing eyes. The old woman had resumed her position before the fire, having first filled the brown pipe with tobacco, which she pressed down into the bowl with her little finger, her eyes fixed all the while upon the fire; she dipped the pipe amidst the embers, and began to smoke, this time with a look of enjoyment, pouring out volumes of smoke, and comichbooks.conn