Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 16: what you’re looking at

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“Children of the St. Regis, ” he cried, as = bent for- = ward with leveled weapons, “ what are ye, to assail a chief, _ though young, of the great nation of the Oneidas? A_ girl of the tribe would laugh if only four St. Regis assailed her On the war-trail, and would take their sealps home to hang in her wigwam. Go; I seek not your blood, for my mission is. one of peace.” - “Let the Oneida sing his death-song, replied the un- wounded St. Regis, waving his knife in the air. “Shall the man who has shed the blood of Pascagoula, the warrior who lies at your feet, live to go back to his village, to laugh at what he has done? No; Canzato is a great brave; his hand shall avenge the dead Pascagoula.” | “Dog of a St. Regis,’ replied the young chief, lifting his = bloody weapons above his head, “beware what you do. I = ee not quarrel wiih the St. Regis to-day, but that they as- sailed me. I see visions of blood and death ; there are clonds in the sky which hang over the St. Regis lodges, which will -notgo away. But they are growing darker. Take up dead ~ Pascagoula, for behold ! I give him to you, and the storm shall pass away.” ‘The only reply was a sudden onslaught, which for a mo- _ ment bore the single man back, and the terrible struggle re- Although upon his- guard, the united and des- _ perate assault upon three sides was a terrible one to meet, and sce young man was wounded in the left shoulder. Striking a e iy ow an ee ‘wala 7 Nis Li col iit ie he ere 5 wy hit shai a e the body of Pascagoula. But, in doing this, he had ex- 2 posed himself to the blows of the other two, and they rushed se in together. But, to their utter surprise, the moment he struck. ae the blow, the chief dropped as if he had received a ballet in. his brain, and the two St. Regis stwmbled against each other: 8 fe. ‘their mad haste, and one of them slightly wounded ‘he — * with his knife, while the Oneida was ten feet away, look- at them with a calaf’smile of derision ! : ele wes knew on bounds now, and it was a matter of x S “tite or death to them. LEither they or the Oneida must go = eee gathering all their remaining strength, they rushed ie u ee bleeding rapidly, and fatigued by