Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 37: what you’re looking at

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NO RIVAL. 89 “The great chief, Washington, holds a council, and calls for the Bald Eagle—he will be back before the moon has fill- €d her horn.” “And Mequa ?” she asked, imploringly. “ Will bind plantain upon the worn feet of the White Doe.” A. slight twist of the shoulders indicated discontent upon the part of Mequa, but she was silent, and then was about to tise when the chief motioned her back. There was a pleased smile upon his lip, as he placed a finver beneath her chin and raised the face upward. “Does Mequa fear a rival in the wigwam of Ramapaugh ?” The young savage gave a quick start, and a hurried, glow- ing look into the face of her husband ; then she bent her eyes and ran a slender finger along the -shells of her girdle till they gave out a rattling melody; and then she shook her head, with a smile brightening the whole face. “The White Doe has been hunted and wounded ; she talks With the Great Spirit ; the winter-frost has killed the blossoms in her heart—and she forgets that the rose and violet have €ver bloomed,” continued the chief. Mequa looked in the direction of the sleeper, and the chief Siw that she was appeased; rising, the two went out, and — Stood together upon the bank. The twilight had yielded to the shadowy light of stars, and the crescent moon, fair as a Celestial barque lowered from some heavenly sphere, to ferry the disembodied to the island of the blest, hung a silver thread in the west. A low, quivering cry, like that of the loon, broke the still- hess, and at the signal, the young wife glided beside the chief _ down to the pebbly beach, and helped to launch the light Canoe. As it glided from the strand, a coronal of vine was flung over her shoulders, which Mequa seized with delight, for it was a token of the adoration of her husband, and long did she stand watching the slender barque as it danced in the , dim. light, its pathway marked by a wake of silver. At length the canoe became invisible, and she returned to the cabin. Dora was awake, half reclining upon her elbow, and the Indian girl, having lighted fresh torches upon the hearth, seated herself at her side, and began gently to unlace the shoes from her feet. 4 connmicloooks. com