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THB BEACON FIRE. 91 entrance, nearing which, the roar of the waters made her move- ments less perceptible. In breathless silence she passed the council-fire, and threaded her way ami! the group around it. She was cautious but fearless. chief turned in his sleep; she stood erect with flashing eye. Her hand grasped the war- club beside him; bad he moved again there was no mistaking the deadly purpose of the girl; but he slept on. Her step was now firm, er air determined: She cast back a hurried lwassilent. With a bound she plunged amid the w of waters. A moment more und she stood upon the rocky plateau at the foot of the falls. moon was nearly down, and a thick mist hung over the The river, of which the slight form of Hepe seemed only a part She stood for a few seconds and gave a soft but burried ylance at the majestic scenery—the starry sky, over which rusherl the hurrying clouds, which herald the comivg storm, and the mass of waters, pouring itself forever over its shelving s\vep. Then she gathered her Jong hair into a knot, and with rapid feet ascended the bank. She burried onward until she found the heap of dry wood and torches at Still-Water, and with eager haste she filled her arms and redescended, She these into u pile delow the falls. She gathered the broken wood always to be found in juxtaposition with river- banks—wrecked canoes, cast down the stream , riven branches seattered by the whirlwind; and torches left by the women in their wanderings and toils. She had secured the dry pieces reserved for kindling, and she was skilled in the Indian method of : ing a blaze by rubbing two sections of dry wood to- She then seated herself and watched the descent of the moon ; with eager eyes she waited till the last faint rim sunk beneath the horizon—till the last quivering ray shot upward, and then left the sky only to the watchiful stars. Then she arose and lighted the beacon fire. as lightning shot uP the lurid sna ite come aA ight sky ing, and flashing, ightening the CHAPTER XXIl.. comiclooolks.comhn