Beadle's Dime Novels No. 215: The White Hermit — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE WHITE HERMIT. ‘ CHAPTER I. THE LADY OF THE I.AKE. “Take that, you obstinate scoundrel?” shouted an angry voice. A splash in the water disturbed the silence about a wooded iake, in the midst of wild and beautiful scenery. Such a lake ms those of that romantic cha‘r in central New York, but “which, under the axes of the sturdy pioneer, have lost much of their picturesque character. The surface was covered by a host of loons, divers and geese, while here and there a stately erane stalked through the reeds along the banks, stooping now and then to seize a water-snake, wriggling by. A small stream «f pure bright water poured down a muuntain gorge and lost itself in the placid waters of the lake. The splash in the water caused the loons and divers to dis- wpear as if by magic beneath the tranquil surface, and the uext moment a man’s head appeared above the element into which he had plunged. He blew the water from his mouth, turned a puzzled and angry face toward the shore, and swam inward. Just then another man appeared upon the bank above, “flushed and angry, muttering curses against the man in the —_ “What did ye do that fur?” gasped the involuntary bather, a8 his feet struek bottom, and his head and shoulders stood out a few inches from the surface of the water. . “Do you think I'm going to stand it?” _ “ You just come ashore and I'll chuck you in again, you | oS the man on the bank. I do?” whined the man in the water. “Coma Capt'in Larry. sn Se pe St | oe a ' , ' Ls at 4