Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Le ‘ — eo and rage, as they saw by the marks on the sand that their en emies not only had a boat, but had disappeared. “Ugh !” said one tall fellow, in a fanciful dress, speaking in the Indian tongue. “ Shall the blood of our brothers ery to us out of the earth in vain? Have these murderers wings, to fly away ?” “ White men have been here,” said another. “See; does an Indian put such things as these upon his feet? But where is the Oneida whose tracks we saw yonder ?” “Ugh! the white men have carried him away.” “ Let us call the white chief,’ said one of the St. Regia “ He is very wise, and will tell us what to do.” As he spoke, a firm step sounded upon the bank above, and a tall form pushed its way through the crowd of St. Regis and leaped down upon the beach. The Indians evidently revered him as a leader. Thrusting one or two young warriors out of his path, he stooped and examined the signs upon the sand. “Bah! it is useless,” he said. “Whoever has done this deed has taken a boat and gone his way. Sons of the St. Re- ~ gis, the heart of the white chief is very sad when he thinks how great an evil this will be to tell in the villages, when we return, if we do not bring back many scalps. peaches crm cs to hate the Yengees more and more.” A savage murmur was the only reply he received, but many hands were shaken in a threatening manner across the bright water. “ Go back to the dead, children of the St. Regis, and pre- pare to bury them out of your sight. I will come to you when I have suffered my tears to flow.” The white chief was left alone upon the beach, and parting the branches softly, Austen looked down at him. He saw a man considerably taller than himself, clothed in a rich, dark hunting garb, but wearing, in a sort of Scotch bonnet, a singie heron feather, as the sign of_his rank in the St. Regis. He evidently was a man of gigantic strength, and his voice had the true ring of command in it. As he raised his head and. looked back toward the shore, the young man saw that he wore” a mask which covered his face to the upper lip.’ This mask Was securely fastened behind, so that no slight force could tear it off. But there was a blemish in the man which ruined ap = & ates : <i Siar 3 Commicooks: com