The Maid of the Mountain — page 98: what you’re looking at

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venison in a small wallet, sallied out into the forest, in the direction of Scowi Hall. The morning was bright and beautiful, the sun was warm and genial, the birds sung theirtuneful notes, full chorus, in the trees, as Kate, a little pale, bat beautiful as usual, entered below the arches of the green me — th was along a slight trending away ‘oaenl the Moss, in the direction of which she moved for some time, intending to cross the Scioto at a ford, wit which she was familiar. The young girl, though with such little prospect of fears from either white man or*Indian, still used many of those precautions which are induced by a border education. Her desire was to avoid being taken back to the Frog’s Hole, a consummation to be thwar- resently valley, inclosed by tiny hills—a cireular of brush and trees, on one side thickly wooded, on the other, which was very steep, part- ly covered by grass; and in other places rocky, steep and barren, ex- cept at the summit, which was fi with bushes. Kate was waving their rifles pausing until they were close to er, when er slackened their pace and looked with disappoint- ment at one ano » “How came alone in the woods, young ?” said the fore- THE SILENT HUNTER. most of the two men, a handsome youth. “* Lum going to the ford,” replied the girl, quietly, at the same time surveying ber questioner with cu- yon , ** Kuow you not,” continued the other, while his compani a scout and hunter, surveyed her curiously, ‘that the Indians are out, and that it is dangerous to be here? The red-skivs are and slaying all they find.’’ “ Strangers,” sad Kate, in asad voice, ** unfortunately I have noth- ing to fear from the Indians.”’ ‘I know'd it,” exelaimed the other, the one who as yet bad not spoken ; “you're the of that eatereorned old w Indian, Ralph Regin, the friend of the meanest man in ¢ , Simon Girty.” ‘* | was called his ter,” re- plied - udly; ‘but T am Selsninpad that” Taleo ton on house forever.”’ has. ** You are she they call Kate Re- in,” said the youn man, curious- y; “you know, then, of Amy, Miss Amy Moss, of the Block ¥* : ** Youare—?” asked Kate, eager- y. ‘* Her brother Charles,” said the young man, anxiously, ‘| thought so,” exclaimed Kate, with a crimson blush at her own words. “ Why ” Moss ; “* your t journey has something to io with mas sister.” gravel#? “but 1 am not sure any thing. All I know is that she is more Commcldsooks.conn ss