Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 14: what you’re looking at

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16 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA, as softly among the dry, crisp weeds as if he had always been trained to be so cautious. As the young hunter paused, the dog stopped too, and sniff ing anxiously in the air, pricked up his ears and glared around. The hunter started back and uttered an exclamation of sur- prise. In a moment his face wrinkled into a deep frown, and he felt hastily in his belt for his knife. Then he started again, and the frown on his brow deepened to one of anxiety and thoughtful seriousness; but he stepped forward at once, upon the soft ooze of the river-bank, and parting the bushes, peered around him in every direction. Then he stooped down hastily, and began to examine that “4 Which had so startled him—/votprinis / “ He here! I know the impression of his foot; I know te missing toe |” The young man slowly rose to his feet. He was trembling in every limb, and his swarthy face was lit up by the glow of a dark, fierce anger. But he did not move away; he seemed to hesitate; and then beckoning the dog to follow him, he gently took his way - forward, going in the direction from which the tracks came. He followed the impressions closely ; they came directly from the river. The hunter at last reached the very margin of the stream, and carefully separating the thickly-growing bushes, peered : through. . He started back violently, and an irrestrainable exclamation 2 burst from his lips. The dog, who trod close behind, uttered ~ a low, angry growl, and the hair on his back bristled threat- eningly up. Tied to the root of a tree, and half concealed in the bushes which bordered the stream, was a large, long canoe, with high gunwales and a broad beam. Paddles were lying in the bot- tom, and a bag, apparently of provisions, was cast in the bow. Silently the young hunter gazed on this singular sight The dog growled again. “Ay, Eagle! You know them as well asI do. They are Mingoes, and this blood-dyed wretch goes with them! But -now for business. I wish Sampson and Red Belt were here. ioe comicbooks.com —