Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 90: what you’re looking at

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92 BALD EAGDE. He certainly entertained a very much anated respect for Colonel Vinton after this, for his theory being that every: wo- man was to be carried by a sort of coup de main, he had not much studied the differences that may -exist in different wo- men, and that his daughter was quite as positive in charac- ter as himself. CHAPTER XVII. : IT IS WELL ! Buack Dick, so celebrated for his prowess—so ferocious in his revenge, so careless of life—was an object of too much general interest, to pass from the arena of this world without observation. Accordingly, when it was rumored that the day had come which was to witness his execution, all the roads to the village of Newburgh were thronged with an eager and vindictive crowd. . Groups of the Ramapo tribe stalked along in their gayly- ornamented blankets, worn with the grace and dignity of a Roman toga. Disguised Cowboys skulked onward in moody silence. Farmers who had been robbed, houscholders: whose dwellings had been fired, women whose injuries were name- less, created an ominous crowd, whose fierce and sullen threats told plainly that, if justice were to be delayed or evaded, there were those who would summarily participate in its exe- cution. Even Jamie caught the infection of excitement, and mount- ing Dolly, scoured about amidst the crowd enjoying all, as if it had been a gala-day. At length he hastened to jnform Maggie of the great doings in the village. Aunt Hetty, inly distressed, had not thought of this con- tingency. She left Maggie reading again and again the ten- der, merciful words of the good Savior, while she, in a little back porch, amused herself, and diverted her mind over the washing-board—creating a perfect tornado of suds, and thun- ‘Gers of rubbing, so that the din of the gathering multitude was drowned by the tumult of the wash-tub. Comicoooks.comhn