Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 31: what you’re looking at

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= | ’ THE LOVE-GAGE. $8 As he snoke, Chenango lifted himself upon his unwounded hand, and stared about him in utter surprise. The old man who acted as his surgeon had given him some powerful nar- cotic, and he did not know he had been brought to the Her- mit’s Home. “What is this?” he cried: “Has Chenango passed the silent river and entered the spirit-land? Who was there t light a fire for him to brighten his path across the deep river ?” “Be quiet,” said the captain. “ You are very weak, but with a little care you will soon be well.” “Yes, keep cool, red-skin,” said Bill, showing himself. “You got into a pizen diffikilty with a lot of St. gos braves, an’ wiped ’em out, ef you remember.” “Qh, yes,” replied the chief. “And my white brothers took me up when my blood was flowing ?” “’Twan't no more than ['d’a’ done for any human, but I ealkilate I orter do as much as that for Chenango, the Oneida.” “ My brother has a good heart,” said the chief. “ Chenango will remember the kindness of his white brother, and the day may come when his heart will grow warm toward the man who saved the life of the Indian.” “Don’t bother, Chenango! I ain’t goin’ to stand any non- sense, you know. This coon is always ready to help those who help him.” “ Listen,” said Chenango. “There is a girl among the Oneidlas whose heart is soft toward Chenango. She has broken the stick with him, and will go into the lodge and be his wife. If she shall bring a son in her arms some day to the chief, Chenango will tell her to teach him to love the white hrnter aoe at the flowing blood of the father, and saved his e.” 4 “Oh, get out, now!” said Bill, shuffling his legs uneasily. ' “ And for the young war-chief of the Yengees,” said the Oneida, turning his dark, expressive eyes upon the face of Austen, “ he is my brother, and I love him.” “You are very kind, Chenangc,” said the young captain. _ “T thank you.” “I am weary,” said Chenango, .etting his head drop oot ‘upon the moss. “As I lay here asleep, I had a dream. Comichooks.com