Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 13 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 13: what you’re looking at
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HAMMOND’S MYSTIFICATION. 15 “ Tamora,’ repeated the young man. “ I surely have heard that name pronounced by other lips than hers. “Who is she? Where did she come from ? “ She was sent by heaven, most assuredly.” While conversing with the girl, Hammond had approached her horse as near-as possible,and had managed to gain a dis- tinct view of her face. There is something in the dim, misty moonlight which softens the asperities even of the repulsive countenance, but he was certain that the most beautiful crea- ture upon which hé had ever looked was conversing with him. Her half-civilized dress, and her wealth of flowing black hair, partly assisted in her enchanting appearance ; but the face it- self was one of unsurpassed loveliness. The peculiar circumstances under which they encountered gave Hammond an equally peculiar interest in her,and a pang of disappointment went through his heart when he found that he was standing aloné, and that she had left him so abruptly. ee ee ae in hand for the time, and he gave his whole thought to Every one was working with the energy of people who were convinced that their lives depended upon the result. The teams were harnessetl, the wagons loaded up, and at the end of half an hour the’ whole train ‘moved out of the ‘grove, towurd the west. Before starting, men had "ridden on on the prairie in every direction, and returned with the announcement that nothing could be heard of the Blackfeet, and all pressed forward with the greatest vigor and determination. With the passing of the immediate danger, the thoughts of the strange woman who had befriended them returned to Fred Hammond. He felt'a powerful interest in her, and, as he was riding beside the guide of the company, he turned to him rather abruptly, and asked : _ © Have you ever heard of Lamora?” “ Heard of her?” repeated the latter, in surprise ; “wasn’t ‘I telling you all about her the other day ?” : ' $o you were; I was sure I had heard her name before, “but I could not recollect from whom. Who is she ?” "She is a white girl, living with a tribe of Indians, some. (whee Gp nerthyetaa ‘and she has done many such things as ° \ ' hie Pe conmiclooolks. Gorn