Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 20: what you’re looking at

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22 TIM, THE. SCOUT. ‘ “ Not more than a mile. I was out after flowers, and com- ing to this beatiful place, ' sat down, and before I knew it, fell asleep. I often do so.’ “Are you not afraid of wild beasts ?” “No. There is no beast in these woods who dares to face Cain, when he is fighting for me. Oh, sir, once I was sleeping just as you saw me now, and Cain was with me. While I lay there, a young panther, old enough for mischief, however, came upon me. Cain seized him by the throat, and never loosed his hold untll the piece came out, and then he stood — over the dead body, shaking it as a terrier shakes a rat. Believe me, sir, I have an _ efficient guard in my faithful Cain.” “Ts your cabin up the river 2” “Ye, sit.” i; | wish you to guide me thither, and give me a drink of fresh milk; if it is to be had. I have been so long in. the forest that the sight of a woman’s face, and such a face as yours, makes me think of home and friends. I was not always what Iam now, a wood-ranger, but sprung from as good a family as the west of England affords, and we have beautiful women. - But, their beauty is dross compared with this I have found by the side of a western stream.” “Sir!” said Lizzie, turning upon him with flashing eyes. ‘““T think we are not sufficiently intimate, for you to venture on a compliment. J, at least, am not used to it.” . “T beg your pardon,” said he, seeing his mistake. “I did not so friend it. What I said was sincere.” ee “T am a plain country girl,” she answered. “ Or, at least I have been so long in these wild places, that I am no longer in love with compliments. But you asked hospitality, It is - yours if you will follow me, but please to refrain from any such speeches as the one you indulged in just now. It surely | can do no good to any one, and will be a source of annoyance to me.” y “This ig no country girl,” he thought, “She is young and yet she talks like a refined lady. I will know her better yet.” He was right. The family of Lizzie Neal, for Neal w ms the name by which he chose to be known among these border Ccomicbooks.con