Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 36: what you’re looking at

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88 . BALD EAGL. Gurney. Lifting the skin which screened the portal, the chief bent his stately head and entered, motioning Dora to follow. They were encountered by a young girl, who gave a quick, bright glance at Ramapaugh, and then stood in an attitude of — pleased, but submissive affection, a soft smile just parting the coral of her lips, and a rich glow mounting upon her check. She was habited in a demi-civilized dress, the wampum belt. of which showed the lithe waist and swelling bust to great advantage, while her long braids of jetty hair were crown- ed and tufted with strings of ruby berries of the winter- green. “T am come, Mequa,” (Squirrel), said the chief, softly. “ Light to the blossom, music to the shell,” murmured the girl, but she did not approach him, nor raise her eyes to his face. Ramapaugh turned to Dora and said, with a tone of gentle authority, 5 “Take the White Doe to her covert ; she has been wound- ed by the hunters.” The eyes of the young savage flashed fire beneath their long lashes. She glanced sideways at the white girl, but neither moved nor spoke. Ramapaugh approached her, and with brows sharply knit, said, in a voice deep, low, and yet firmly tender, 3 Does Mequa raise the rafters of the wigwam? Does she hunt the deer, or spear the salmon? Does she follow the trail of the warrior ?” The mutinous look of the girl gave place to one of inex- pressible softness. She glanced proudly at the handsome face bending over her, and then, taking the hand of Dora, led her to a pile of skins, and began to braid the tangled locks of her head; submissive was she, but a troubled light lurked in the eye, and more than once a moisture gathered upon her lids. ‘Soothed by these unwonted feminine attentions, Dora rested her head upon the skins and soon fell into a profpani sleep. In the mean while Ramapaugh hung vension upon the wail, and brought fish from the canoe. Seating himself upon a mat, he beckoned Mequa t@ his side. Blushing with affection and deiight, the girl reclined at his feet, and awaited what he should say, in silence. | | conmicloooks.conn 4