Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 39: what you’re looking at

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MEQUA’S FBEARS, 41 The Indian girl cast angry glances at her guest, and said With severity, “ You have eaten savin and dragon’s tongue.” Dora opened her large. blue eyes in wonder. “ You will cast a spell over the heart of Ramapaugh; you have the power of the serpent when he lures the poor bird to his destruction. Why would you cast the war-club of Weeng” (the Indian God of sleep) “ at the head of Mequa? Go; you Will bring evil upon the wigwam of the Bald Eagle !” She seized her by the arm and led her to the door; but she quickly returned, muttering, ‘ “No, no, the Bald Eagle is terrible in his wrath; he bade Me keep her.” | —_ “Why ‘did you sleep ?” asked Dora, — ; Mequa did not answer; she studied the face before her. To her untutored mind Dora might be some incarnated Power whom it would be fatal to offend, or she might be some _ Creature whose dangerous incantations controled all elemental bowers. She stood long in thought, while Dora, unconscious of her presence, leaned dreamily upon the skins, looking at the tongues of flame shooting from the burning torches. A new thought occurred to the Indian girl, which in part allayed her ‘pprehensions, and she stooped down to read the eyes of her Companion. She seemed satisfied with her scrutiny, for she at °nce brought food and placed it before her, saying, “Eat, White Doe, eat; the moon has come to sleep in your eyes, and the Great Spirit speaks through your lips ; the spring shines upon your cheek, and winter plays in your hair. Mequa Will be a sister to the White Doe.” Saying this, she disposed the couch for the night, fastened the entrance, and threw torches upon the hearth, When at length Dora slept, she brought out the moccasins of the Bald ‘gle and his robe of skins and placed them beside her and With her head upon them slept. connicloooks.com