Beadle's Dime Novels No. 214: The Forest Monster — page 30: what you’re looking at

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[HE FOREST MONSTER. ene one side, while-he. soon, discovered, that he was all there ‘had eutferéamno physical harm ! Yes; the, consciousness: finally came to the terrified Irish- man that he was still iu-the land,of,the living. There was not a wound or, scratch, upon,his, person, ner. bad» the food — been disturbed, except by the mere act of displacement. & “ Begorrah, Teddy O Doherty, but.it’s, your, own mither’s: . son that ye be,” he soliluquized, not a little delighted ; “ but it's so different that ye feel, that ye’ll have to have somebody to inthrodooce ye ip yersilf _ I.wonder ef that ould craythur is watching fur me.” The Celt cautiously raised his ane and looked about him. There was nothing to be seen.of the dreaded beast, look in whatever direction he chose. “ Ef it wasn’t me thatwasn’t me, but the baast, then it’s me- silf that would be afiher ating. Teddy O’Doberty, and be the same ‘towken that I. haven’ t, Im sartin, the -baast, isu’ buman,”>-: oatenied Talay as he slowly clambered to his. feet and — : ‘veh ane pa about bim.:, ile asbbetle oiavire a 380 & hank the good, Lord, andy: the, Vangin,-that im sendin be 2 erie . Bratefully, as be began picking ups provisions | nose the cray hur wasn}t sbungry, and whin he pokla’ nose ee me, it’s likelpsttsatidhe.wwass abayings:: te "oh me pockets”... +thy'aob Woy 21swoq sd ad ; 07 Filled with, wonder at his. unaccountable escape fromthe - monster, the the Celt. began his walk homeward again: “| He — and passed up and over the ridge + without discover- pn of his. dreaded enemy, |. Turning aside, he — quietly grazing where he bad-Jeft. him, and, - as any where else, bopeiact eee a ns $rifor] ofetteis bok <td 202 reve deudt cot any He ¥ ae now within a short distance, of .he-camp. of hiss. friends, and was proceeding in, his quiet manner; when a cold thrill ran through, him at the sound; of, that appalling bark. Turning his, head, he saw the, beast.on-a-fulhgaliop, com- “ne the ridge, and, scarcely. hundred-feet distant. t was like ile aa bombshell bebind Teddy, and. mh ay inte B — the timber and | ort sips NP re- corded, Bator Hite we motif tom ond odix lh gi rttec itt eaw od’ vositosty gue OF nosrorf stil svod-ebee ais | vom Fan bee eimot buvods c1ow enciefvoig to sLoLaii Side Commicloooksaconn