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MEQUA’S FLIGHT. 61 SONG. The lady waved a silken scarf ; The knight his horse bestrode, And kissed his hand, and kissed his sword, As gallantly he rode. She watched the sun that mounted high, She heard the battle roar, She marked the white steed riderless Come dashing o’er the moor, ‘**Oh, gallant steed, oh, sallant hand, Why parted ye this day?” And wildly from the battlements She tore the scarf away. She mounted quick the milk-white steed, And hastened to the fight, Nor slackened once her fiery way. Amid the lances bright. Thus far did memory serve her, and then again she recom- menced the melody, till her companion, having become ac- Customed to the sound, sank to sleep. How long she slept it is needless to say ; her companion lay croning her rhymes, her violet eyes wide open as they had _ been when Mequa’s senses were lost in forgetfulness; but a Slight sound external of the wigwam, had instantly aroused the faculties of the young savage. She lifted herself upon her elbow and listened intently ; she heard a knife rip the skin that guarded the entrance, and, quick as thought she sprang to the portal, tomahawk in hand, and stood half bent, as beautiful and deadly as a young panther ready for a spring. Dora watched her movements at first in silence; but un- able to forecast danger, or divine cause for anxiety, she also arose from the mats and approached the door. In vain Mequa held up her finger in warning, in vain she laid her hand upon her lips in token of silence. Dora grasped the portal With a strong hand and tore it away. Mequa gaye one bound down the bank to the river, disen- gaged a canoe, hidden amid the foliage, and paddled out into the stream. She was not followed. Dora on the contrary, rounded the hut, and peered anx- iously upon every side; a voice whispered ; “ White Witch !” And to this she responded smilingly. It was Black Dick, comliicbooks.com ?