Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 114: what you’re looking at

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gies re 4 the Indians considered themselves tolerably secure up in Wya-na-mah or that they trusted chieily to their scouts outlying in the forest. And Custaloga looked in vain, amid that group of tawny girls and bowed and chastened women, for the form of Awy. His quick and piercing eyes wandered every- where around the camp, but nota sign of her existence could be seen in any direction, nor of any thing else which that day had been stolen from the Crow’s Nest, the property of the Silent Hunter. Still, from a few words he was able to distinguish, he was satistied that Amy was concealed in one of the buts; but his determination was so great to be certain of this fact, that, utterly disregarding all ideas of danger, he determined to enter the camp itself before he de- and satisfy himself upon is point. The manner of Custa- loga was not at this instant that an Indian warrior. He seemed rather one of the children of the pale-faces, so impatient did he i! ey with a shake of the head he kept down the rising feeling of boyish impatience which had moved him, and stood close to the tree which afforded him shelter—so closely, indeed, that he seemed and pareel of it. He astatue, not a man; so motionless, so upright, and yet so graceful was his mien. He listened to the talk of the iL tag ea the guttural tones of the warriors, the bark of the dogs over Fae age Som then . as a how! resound- ed h the forest—a wail, a howl of woe, uttered by one | ructiced in such serceching. Le use ens THE SILENT HUNTER. toward the warriors, who rose to receive her with a marked polite- ness which would have done credit to the most civilized society. Having reached the group, she halted, and was immediately in- closed by the circle of women, who kept at a respectful distance, still near enough to hear distinctly. Custaloga bimself felt inclined to advance ; but he contented himself with g forward to another tree, and then stood still, leaning rahe listening with raptatten- on. **Cosama was a braye—no hunt- er,”’ she began, ‘‘ever made his Wigwam warmer, or kept it better supplied with meat—he was never the last on the war-path, his ery was always heard on the battle- field; his wife and little ones were happy, for they knew the husband and fiiher wasa brave. And where is Cosama now? Is his voice heard at the council-tire to- t? Will his ery ever wake the echoes in theforestagain? No. He went forth, on the firstday of the moon, to fight the why i e-faces, and yesterday he fell an am- bush, antl the great warrior, Co- sama the brave, the ivering rad died by the hand of a squaw. ah! The wigwam of Rice-staik is empty ; no more shall the voice of Cosama bid his woman go fetch the game in the forest; no more shall his boy ran to meet him on the edge of the wood, and learn to be a brave at the sound of his voice, was a brave, but he died by the hand of a squaw. A pte the ties in - tent, a poose y herside; they are alive, and Cosama is un- avenged. Custaioga shuddered, clutched his Knife, and drew back for a bound. His eyes glared, his form riors were all sil seemed to swell, and one would laughed no more, as 2 t have said he was about to do reck- the explanation of this nois less battle with the whole tribe. A woman came staggering —_— outa wigwam, ‘dishe To be continued in Dime Novel @ temahawk in her hand, ar 148, and in addition to a complete still howling and wailing, Novel. ; : 4 COMMEOO.<S.GOLi) | Cee a _ - + f mm \& tn eo -