Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 21: what you’re looking at

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BACK WATER. 23 A half-hour went by; still the hunter’s canoe hung like a shadow in the wake of the other. At length the broad, brawling Ohio was reached. The wind was now high, and the wide expanse of yellow water— showing in an extended perspective—lay tossing and tumbling before .them. The large canoe hesitated not; pointing its prow onward, it dashed boldly forward. But old Sampson Lowe suddenly backed water vigorously as he shook his head. “No, no!” he muttered, “we can not stand that wind! We'll return to the cave! Something shall be done at once.” The next morning, as the sun was breaking over the edge of the tree-tops in the east, Sampson and Red Belt stepped from their boat at the foot of the tall cliff, which we have ~ mentioned before as being on the jutting point at the junction | of Crooked Creek and the Great Kanawha river. CHAPTER III. CAPTURED. Royrpon Hows, as we know his namc to be, after again find- _ ing the broad trail, on the bank of the river, strode away boldly but cautiously. We have before referred to this fact. After getting well down upon the river again, he slackened "his speed and crept catttiously onward. He found the same - tracks again ; but now fresh ones were there too, and the old _ trail was half obliterated. ~ Stealing forward once again to the margin of the river, the = hunter retraced his steps for a considerable distance. * At last he paused, and drawing aside the bushes, peered through He started violently ; for the canoe had disappeared. "A canoe in this portion of the great Kanawha, at that period —: ss, D, 1774—the year of “ Dunmore’s war,” was an unusual a ‘& suspicious sight It is true that these western waters 4 pet a comicbooks.com £