Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 34: what you’re looking at

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236 BALD BEAGLE. the kindness of that fiery husband of hers. I have a scot to settle yet.” — And he brought from an inner pocket the arrow of the Bald Eagle. The warrior looked admiringly at the audacious youth, and a glow of savage enthusiasm lighted hie face. ‘Come on,” continued Black Dick, “we may as well have it out now as any time.” | The chief waved his hand. “My token will keep. Put it up... Be sure the Bald Bagle will redeem it.” “When you will,” returned the other, and resting his rifle in the hollow of his arm, he departed. From the time of this interview among the hills Dora became even more than ordinarily restless—she slept little, and a fevered desire for change took the place of that dreamy indolence which hitherto had marked her secluded wanderings. Not less taciturn than before, she seemed like one who had lost a treasure, which he sought in vain to re- cover. Day and night she wandered about the silent valley, climbing the highest peaks, and outwatching the stars in her solitary vigils; starting the owl from his nocturnal retreat, or searing the fox from his prey. She was deyoid of all fear herself, though her tall form, defined at midnight against the sky from some crag, with her white hair streaming about her, struck terror into the heart of many an observer; and more — ene “ _ “i — —EEE Le than once the marauding Cowboys had turned back from their — work of devastation, terrified at beholding a speetral form, mo- tionless and white in the moonlight, creupy ing the: “ Devil’s Pulpit.” We ought here to describe a Kents, of the Polley so. inti- mately associated with the history of the times, most especial- ly with the career of the Cowboys. The reader must imagine a high mountain-side rising nearly perpendicularly from the bed of the river, lined at the marge by a ridge of green trees which bar ely found a foothold, while here and there stunted birches and shrubs emerged from the crevices of the ‘rocks and cast the river into deep shadow below. Half way up this bald mountain-side, wag a sedating rock, rounding like a table from its surface : the upper edge , " Ccommiclbooks.conn