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CUSTA’S CONFESSTIO IN. according to his new education, “TIT can for you. You will never what Isay; but what Clara was to the man with the big heart, Amy Moss is to me.”’ caiewal his head and look- ed curiously at him. There was even & n softness in his eyes. be lost to me.” about the silent Hunters poe! u ‘She will w Rtecc qui re wed no red-skin, an 5 is' her future tomy the eagle, so is Amy Moss unto good, I will be so. “Custalogs ves Amy of the Moss more than his life, and every friend who aids him to serve her is his brother; but the big-hearted white man can pa: go with Custa to-night—there two tracks ; must part.’’ Harrod looked haif ingrily, balf his hate ts lk ; it can « blood—he is ri; have killed his Indian’s hand, which he wrung warmly, and by a nod of the h intimated that he yielded. A you,” eried Custaloga, warmly; ‘“Custa will never for- em = * He worsh 135 as silent as any chosts of de chiefs and warriors who might be supposed to haunt these woods went upon their way toward the chee vee. on the Ohio river. statoga led the party, t others following in Indian file, “a irrangement which it had been agreed should be strictly adhered - it was not long ere they were on the banks of the beautiful river. ** Hist!’ said Custal in a low and somewhat usky tone, at whieh ll the men crows Sg, aoe AN understood these brief words, and then Custalogu settin example, a small hickory sti in his hand, all entered the stream and ventured under cover of the darkness into the waters of the river, which at the time was not so much swollen a on many oc- casions, CHAPTER XXIV. BOAT AHnoYy! nuisance, sto talian gray-hound. Lady Carstone was a portly dame ead of forty, with a round face, over- dressed, uneducated, ee in ly vulgar; but she was rich. — Bm an te Pepper had his foibte, howeyer—a very common foible in his country, one which marks the weakness of “ civilization.” the aristocracy, he v a lord, he shook his shoes if he happened to meet a ing to dazzle the worthy alderman. Gomichooks.com) —_— on the other side — laying with a dog, a kind of