Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 27: what you’re looking at

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Po eee eke) ee ie i wee ROW, BROTHER, ROW. 20 At that moment the morn climbed lazily over the tops of the trees, and glinted down its soft, silver splendor. Old Sampson uttered an exclamation of vexation, and hastily seiz- ing the paddle, urged the light craft under the friendly shade of the trees which clustered close to the bank. Red Belt like- Wise quietly took a paddle and seated himself for work, on the bottom of the boat—Eagle lying near him. In an instant the head of the canoe was turned down-stream, and as it felt the sweeping wash of the river, and the sturdy strokes from the paddles, it darted away like a bird. As they reached a bend in the river, old Sampson glanced at his cave far back on the towering bluff. The moon was now shining full upon the place, and lit it up with a wild, weird splendor. But, save the bright, pale rays resting there, all was gloom, silence and desolation. Then the old man smiled grimly and contentedly to himself, as, turning to his work again, he drove the paddle into the water with renewed force. The canoe dashed onward, sliding with a noiseless yet rapid motion, first into the broad flashes of moonlight, and then into the dark shadows of the overhanging trees. On they sped. The river gradually grew wider, it became more mud-like in color, and the hunter knew that they were approaching its mouth where it emptied into the Ohio. The old man arose to his feet and gazed ahead of him in the The wind was sweeping raw and fresh up the river, and little waves were already rolling in from the larger river. The old hunter shook his head ominously, but said nothing. ‘The night was deepening, and the wild, discordant cries of the panther and catamount sounded fearfully distinct over the sleeping forest. Old Sampson grasped the paddles and urged the boat onward, still hugging the bank. The jutting headland—the last between them and'the Ohio, was reached. The hunter, with his eyes straight before him, shot the boat onward. Suddenly the old man uttered a guarded exclamation, and backed water vigorously. Old Sampson had seen something ! comicbooks.com —