Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 30: what you’re looking at

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82 BALD EAGLE. termined to strike home to the heart of Black Dick that night upon his own hearthstone, and send him howling to | the svirit-land in revenge for the death of Gurney. Such | had been his design when he traced him home; such his de- | termination when he placed the black omen upon his brow, and went, tomahawk in hand, the avenger of blood. Dick should die as Gurney did in the presence of squaws only, and they should share the agony of Dora Gurney; but the pleading child-face of poor Maggie prevailed; he left. the. gage of honorable battle behind, as we have seen, and de- - parted. More than this, when he seized the shovilder of the old | woman, it was with all the fierce instincts of the savage in full action, and his ‘fingers. itched to play amid the scanty © gray hairs of the scalp-lock, for he knew well the cruel, greedy spirit of their owner; he. knew well that the worst | passions of Claudius Smith and his son had been stimulated into power by the fireside counsels of an. evil woman; but Maggie prevailed. The white dove couching amid vultures, was a sight to touch the hardest heart, and he went his way leaving Black Dick to a future reckoning. ioe wi The outrage upon Dayid Gurney, and. the great: change | wrought in the person of the beautiful Dora, by the horrors — of that fearful night, produced.a profound impression at the — time, not only upon the inmates of the valley, but extended itself to a wide district, increasing the existing hostility pre- Vailing against the Cowboys tenfold. More than one party had secretly approached the dwelling of “ old Mother Smith” as she was called, determined to wreak summary yengeance upon its inmates, but the sight of Maggie’s sweet, pale face, her innocent ignorance of the evil atmosphere in which she lived, her tender, patient duty to the cross and malignant. old woman, were so touching that the stoutest heart yielded to her sweet influence, and went his way vanquished, the lion yielding to the lamb, and the house was left unmolested, The mother of David Gurney surviyed her son but a few days; and then was left alone, for the stress of war had not Only scattered families, but so many had fled to New York and even to Europe, so many had perished aiso in battle, that feeble women and helpless children were often entirely thrown : | | COMIC OOOKS. COMA J ie