Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 78: what you’re looking at

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80 BALD EAGLE. and drooping with pity, and every elf lock of his poor head. stuck itself out in exclamations of delighted wonder, grief or commiseration. The compassionating soul of Jamie was in an ecstasy of sympathy, as was visible by the overflow of his eyes, which, not content with the sluiceway of cheek, descend- ed the nose, and» was every now and then wiped away by the culf of his coat. His companion was foot-sore and weak, as was evident from her slow, weary step. Ter face was nearly hidden by a large shawl, but the portion visible was very pale and thin—a child- like, pretty face, upon which the storms had beaten and sub- dued to a strange look of heaviness and sorrow. It was Maggie, as the reader conceives. 3 “If you could only get on Dolly’s back! She’s just. as easy as a cradle. You'd like Dolly, you would, she’s so easy.” “Fhank you, Jamie; we are almost to my aunt’s; I like to walk better,” “Did you ask me just now about Black Dick? I was thinking about Dolly.” | “Yes, Jamie; I asked where you saw Richard.” “Oh! I saw him shoot the white woman, and Mr. Montag- nie looked in this way at hey with her head in his lap, and he down in the mud,” and Jamie stuck out his chin, lowered his eyes and dropped his head in ludicrous imitation of another's grief, : . | Maggie groaned from the bottom. of her heart, but said nothing. By this time they had reached the door of a small, low house, with a wooden paling in front, inclosing a strip of ground, in which some late, hardy autumnal flowers still flaunted a few blossoms, as if loth to resign their beautiful reign to the cold, barren domain of winter. Jamie was fumbling at the little gate, which was not only latched, but tied also with a piece of rope to keep stray cattle out, when the door opened, and a little brisk woman, in check apron, and a starched blue and white gown, that looked as if the wearer never sat down in it, and the hair of her head, very little in quantity, so tightly drawn back and tied with a Piece of eel-skin, that it looked as if she designed to pull every separate hair out by the roots, unless they consented to comiclbooks.conmy