Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 35: what you’re looking at

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THE JAGUAR. 37 be heard save the wash of the river flowing by and the sad sighing of the wind through the trees. Old Sampson Lowe leaned back and rested his arm on the edge of the boat. And then a strange train of thought came into the old man’s mind, as he sat there in the black night, with the wind moaning softly around him, and the wavelets rippling gently against the sides of the canoe. A dark, trooping band of old-time remembrances was sweeping through the hunter’s memory, and for a time he wus living over again the long-ago past. > The moments sped by, and still Red Belt came not. The old hunter's head gradually sunk down upon his breast, and his hand fell by his side. ‘Red Beit, after leaving the boat, crept cautiously onwar!, until he reached the summit of a slight knoll. Here he paused, and parting the bushes, peered ahead; but he could see noth- ing save a dull-red glimmer, some distance ia front. The In- dian looked around him, and then lightly securing his rifle to his back, sunk upon his knees and began to creep forward again, at times dragging himself painfully through the bushes. He continued thus for some moments. Suddenly, as he reached a certain spot, he ceased his efforts and remained per- fectly still; for just then a broad glare of light burst. upon his vision, and almost blinded him. He remained quiet and gazed on for several moments. | Not twenty paces ahead of him a party of Mingo warriors im feathers and paint, were seated around the fire, cooking their evening meal. On alt sides of them walked wakeful sentinels, armed with bow, quiver and rifle. The red-men were conversing in a low tone—so low, indeed, that nothing but an in‘listinct, guttural murmur could be heard. - The young warrior gazed silently on for a few moments, and then, dragging himself slowly around, commenced to re- trace his steps. Slowly he progressed. At length he arose thse es pore eo Sagres Stl aaa Teandeuly's dull, heavy report rung on the air, then, from ahead of him,came the fierce, angry growling of a jaguar. ‘Red Belt darted like wind through the bushes. Se - We left the old hunter leaning his hand on the edge of the i ES 216 bd COMICHOOXS.COM