Beadle's Dime Novels No. 135: The Cherokee Chief — page 44: what you’re looking at

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46 SALOUEH, THE CHEROKEE, any Indian, nor could I love one, for my heart wag given long ‘ago to one of my own countrymen, to a young Pore ve my Own province.” “ Happy fellow! I envy him his good fortune. Where is he now ?” a hg “Ido not know. I have not seen him. since the bestaning of the war, for I was:captiired in that year.” “You do not pretend to say that you have been constant to him during all those years? Perhaps he is dead, aes for- st What was hisname?” Warren Stafford, of South Carolina.” “T have heard of him; he was said to be a brave and in- telligent young man. He acted as a scout for the English, ~~ they thought highly of bim in that capacity | > “ You say that he tas.a scout, and that they’ thought highly » What do you mean by those words?” © — “Tt is my painful duty to inform you that he is dend—that he was killed at the battle of Etchoe.” oF _ These terrible words were almost a death-blow to poor Hetty 7 aie could hardly comprehend them at first. She had thought of the possibility of Stafford’s death, but had always carefully banished the idea, as one that was too fearful to be entertuined es mone. Now, the cold and plain communication of #renchman nearly stunned her. De ‘!” she murmured, “ What cs oo mean 2. How: ~ * Hia body was pointed out. to: me upon the battlefield,” re- | Latina,“ and L cuted i to be buried, as T always have respect for a gallant enemy.’ _ Hetty burst into tears, and the wily Frenchman, that it was best not to interrupt her grief, left her to siaasiatlons ol gore walked ont . ite a ; ~ © resume his iaaeigh which yery Of the hat on the moun- ee flict ob ihe wad by thea afford, was none the less ufraid of : aréad of the possibility of falling Conmiclooolks.conn