Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 55: what you’re looking at

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POOR MAGGIE, ay f ; Will the doe forget her young?” answered the chief, ten- er y. After some further directions the Bald Eagle parted from the commander-in-chief Shortly after was called that mo- Mentous council of war which decided the fate of an Empire. The sun slowly sank behind the highlands, setting them as it were in a garniture of ruby; the October air was mild and Senial, for the lovely period of Indian summer revived the (lelicious days of the summer solstice without its depressing heat; and thus, in our climate, the season dies like the dol. Phin—gorgeous in color, and affluent in charms. The troops, Weary with inaction, clustered in groups, amused themselves With quoits and the various games of the camp; children from the village bartered their fruits, or played with the soldiery ; women returned the linen of the officers, and took away huge hampers to undergo the process of ablution ; now and then the voice of prayer ascended from a tent, showing its inmate & noble soldier of the church militant in the hope of the church triumphant. Here a solitary bugle started the echoes, and there a flute breathed the language of some soul in whom love had divided the devotion of a soldicr to the glories of war, ° The light disappeared. The stars looked from their thrones of peace upon a peaceful camp; all was hushed but the measured tread or challenge of the sentinel. CHAPTER VIII. ‘THE WHITE APPARITION. Iy the mean while poor Maggie, with little companionship €xcept that of her moody mother-in-law, grew every day more Pale and sick at heart. Richard came home only at long intervals and that by stealth. She saw him looking haggard, but dauntless always; and he was always gentle and even tender to her. THe ayoided his mother; high words sometimes bassed between them, after which the old woman would sit connicloooks.com