Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 62: what you’re looking at

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64. BALD EAGLE. Colonel Vinton, on the contrary, was delighted with the prospect before him, and the three rode in the direction of the Cleave, the plumes of the maiden tossing in the air, and her silken hair allowing a single curl to escape from the net which confined it, danced like a sunbeam oyer her shoulder, She had a way of lowering her dark-fringed lids, as if she wished the observer to admire her golden hair and stainless skin, and then lifting her eyes to enjoy the start of surprise in the beholder who encountered black eyes instead of blue. We will not say this was a trick her beauty had taught her, nor do we affirm that such things come naturally to young girls, for Katrina knew her own loveliness, and wag not. de- void of the coquetries incident thereto, Her slender waist and plump bodice showed wel] with the heavy folds of her riding-dress, as she curbed her snowy steed with perfect grace and self-possession. It was a lovely vision to the young soldier, and the father, pleased with the occasion, more than once lagged in the Tear, not unwilling to fayor the opportunity of the lover. 3 This maneuver was by no means pleasing to the daughter, who, wheeling her horse sharply, exclaimed : . “Fie, fie, dear papa; the pass is in the hands of our troops ; you will not have to breast a battery !” “ Hold your idle tongue, Midget. Colonel, I miss my hand- some Snowball. If it were not that the last trick of Black Dick was to betray the rebels, I would see him hung above his own Pulpit for this theft; the rascal had the assurance to send me word he only borrowed the animal for urgent duty,” and the irritable tory laughed grimly at the grim wit of the freebooter, : “ He has done us good service more than once,” returned the colonel, “ The treacherous dastard /” exclaimed Katrina “Who called him a comely youth?’ retorted her father, “Ah, papa, if you make me angry, you must not repeat my spleen. Black Dick ¢s handsome, bad as he is, and brave, foo; he is a hero in one point, and—but these times make our woman-tongues too sharp, Oh, for the piping times of peace!” and she sang ; Conic ooolkks.comn