Beadle's Dime Novels No. 135: The Cherokee Chief — page 36: what you’re looking at

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88 SALOUEH, THE CHEROKEE. descent, when she tripped lightly and merrily through the green grass to the side of the sparkling fountain, . ~ On her head she carried _a calabash, or large gourd-shell, which she set down by the side of. the spring, and filled it with water, humming a low and plaintive melody, and view- ing her fair face as it was glassed in the limpid element. When she had filled the vessel, ne replaced it on her head, balancing it carefully, glanced ti dly, toward. the east and toward the river, and returned shrdtich the grass and up the mountain-side, The path which she pursped, was ‘somewhat worn. by her dainty feet, and by those of others, and she looked apprehen- sively at the trail she lett at the foot of the hill. Up she went, over the rough rocks and crags, with so light and true a tread, that she never missed her footing, nor spilt a drop of the water that she carried, Now she was hidden by passing around a projecting cliff; and again by some clump of stunted _ trees that arose in her path, Still she went on, disappearing and reappearing, until’ shé* reached’ the top of a ledge, at a considerable distance up the mountain, where a wooded plateau, or natural terrace, reached back a little ay, to Jai rugged wall of rock, ‘Here she set down her gourd of water, and nd paused to ‘Test a while. As she did so, a fair face, surrounded paage of Fa curls, “peeped out from beh ind the trunk of a large a large ‘the next moment another | l,.or young Worn running toward her with a joy&il cry. This Fuerte couiplexion were decidedly European, — S an eee edt come at last, dear Re sin' Bi de t the Indian gir m were gone & Jong dling ah ‘and T wa aba wig ab ab Hf 32, you.” = ain: it seem long to the White wee PEP but went and pasa as qu ie she could.” rgive me, my sister, for my patience ; I. am) sia when ever you are ee & time drags slowly w “absent that the White Rose is of You and of “comblepaalts.coms | ) |