Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 10: what you’re looking at

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12 ~SQUATTER, DICK, thet you gin him,” ane Dick, autbe.lewt seatibeines ainen: peared. in, the gloom. rwonkmnire a: » Laflin came out wee ‘his. ‘pane and cine took. the road, traveling at.a more rapid pace than before... minx » “Tdilike- mighty well to:foller you, an’ see what davtiment you're up to, but I hain’t got time jest. now, .."Tain’t no good you're arter, Ill be bound, fer whar, you: four go, bleod an’ murder is not fur off... Wal, run the length o’ your halter now, while you ean ;, 1} fetch you up wi) a jerk bimeby.”) 5. . So musing, the squatter strode along as though ‘anxious to and. his step quickened as he, saw, that his, tramp was nearly over. Suddenly he paused.and.-drew.a long breath through his distended. nostrils... There; was a startled Jook upon. his face, and he was evidently disturbed:, There was an unmis- takable odor of burning wood upon the air. But his keen senses detected| more: He could distinguigh the stench of burning cloth—of wool!) . 0 is nell. taon@nr ehh ore - Only. a moment he. canaeilie: shenrdashing his hat. Sestinc deer... He feared—he knew: not what...;He,dashed. through the swamp, and at length siood upon the edge ef the little clearing that surrounded his little hut. .. He stood as if turned to stone, petrified at the sight that met his eves, Truly, it was a terrible sight for a son and brother to gaze upon! , |. ». The hutis merely a heap of smoking: ruins ; the little gar- den fia:leid waste, A’ body lies half-way between the fire and the trees ;. a. body, but not a human, one, It; is.dlat ofthe faithful watch-dog, poor Tiger. ;. The spell.is. broken, and Laf- lin-rushes toward the ruins 960) Ho 6 OF oer em _ A fearful sigut meets his eyes, and. he falters. | Only for a poment,-and then: he is. beside. the forms of his. mother and sister. The elder. woman. lies by the fire, so near that her woolen dress is charred and smoking. He carefully lifis the body in his arms, anch bens is to the trees, wiuare Analogy: i fs sedieseni: Whe.ssber-sut-upen: her act tells: him, shat: it. s nearly cloven in twain. fentlt extede eretactive <afttbendho cetritne:tqpite- sion, ai ‘beam. her 10 where his mother lies. He/feels her heart beat faintly, very faintly. He cComichooks:com