Beadle's Dime Novels No. 127: Bald Eagle — page 92: what you’re looking at

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94 BALD EAGLE, long to the earth. Ashe fell, a scream from the lips of Maggie rent the air, as, rushing forward like a spirit, she threw herself upon the body. “; : “Richard, my poor Richard !—look, here. is little Dicky come baek.” | The man opened his eyes, closed them again, and was gone ! Then arose yell and shout. The Cowboys, forgetful of their own danger, fired shot after shot at the Indian hero, who stood immovable, with his arms folded, gathering his mantle about him. His eyes bent upon the lifeless form beneath him—a fitting impersonation of Zeus when he had just lurled the fiery thunderbolt. Shot after shot rattled along the steep. The military, para- lyzed at first, gave the alarm; the multitude swayed hither and thither as the great forest reels under blows of the winter wind. Then fell a hush once more. The crowd opened right and left, and the commander-in-chief, with his aids, rode slowly up the steep. Approaching the chief, still motionless as a statue of stone, Washington pointed to the body. “Was it well, Ramapaugh ?” “Tt was well, my futher. The Bald Eagle promised free- dom to the Black Panther.” “He was not yours; he was my condemned man, Rama- paugh,” and he flashed an angry eye upon the chief. “Tle is dead, my father; what does it matter 2” At the word of command the troops fell into line and retired to their tents. The multitude slowly passed before the body, cold in death, with the stricken wife bent over the wounded head. Women, relenting, now crowded around and filled the air with their sobs and tears; but Jamie pushed them all aside and raised the form of Maggie from the ground. Secing her sweet, smiling lips and closed eyes, he lifted up his voice and wept audibly. Maggie was dead! Silently and mournfully some few of the friends of the Cow- boys aided the unhappy Robert in conveying the bodies to the gloomy threshold of the old woman, who had lived to see such a fearful wreck of her guilty household, >» conmicbooks. corm