Beadle's Dime Novels No. 135: The Cherokee Chief — page 13: what you’re looking at

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AN ILL OMEN. — fa s indignantly exclaimed the Indian. “Is his heart any trucr, or his soul any greater than mine? Saloueh is a chief and the son of a chief, and he is honored among his people. More land is his than your Englishman will ever own. Who is braver in battle than Saloueh? Who is more active in the chase? Who can surpass him with the rifle or the bow? Who is swifter of foot or stronger of limb? The maidens of the Cherokees sigh for Saloueh, and weep when he leaves them, . but the White Rose of the Saluda turns him away and makes _ nothing of him.” “Tt is not my fault that I love one of my own race. I want to treat you kindly and be a friend to you. You = ae GF | can easily find a better wife among the maidens of the Cherokees.” “There is none like the White Rose. Saloueh has set his heart upon her, and he will never be satisfied without her. He can love no other while she lives, and if she should die he will follow her to the spirit land. His love soars like yonder eagle, and, like the eagle, it flies where it pleases, ind can strike with its ditong tell and hold its prey with its sharp talons.” Above the tree-tops, poised by its broad wings, an was slowly circling in the clear atmosphere ; but its leisurely flight and the impetuous words of the young warrior were both interrupted by the sharp crack of a rifle. e whirled and fluttered, and fell heavily on the ra ‘hear oup. with a sad look at the bird. which he Rr made the emblem of his love, his face with ——_ blanket, and a ‘away his ead. From among the ae at the rightof te hone stepped out 8 tall and fine-looking young maa, hunter’s shi who had fired the shot. ‘- se “J have oat you: a M present, Hetty, aac lox. Who have you got here? Is it another of taseally red-skins, or the same fellow whom T } ‘ cComicboo ss om