Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 41: what you’re looking at

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THE TRAIL DISCOVERED. 43 The two men then divided the bag of provisions between them, placing each his parcel in his pouch. Then they turned off at once from the spot—Eagle following closely behind them. But they did not enter the great gloomy forest, upon the con- fines of which they now stood ; they turned, however, at once, to the left, and hurried on, down the shelving bank of the river. As they proceeded, their steps became slower and slower, and then the old hunter paused, and leaning down examined the shingly shore, with a keen, scrutinizing eye. Red Beit looked quietly on, “ We can not be far from the spot they landed at, my bro- ther,” said the old man in a low voice, after a pause, and af- ter what seemed an unsuccessful search. “I know the way well—I've traveled it afore to-day! Ay, in all weathers wo ~~as ofien by starlight as by sunlight. But—ha! What is it, Eagle ?” and the old man paused as the dog uttered a low, deep note—not exactly a growl, but more like a plaintive _ whine. The hunter watched the animal closely. The dog did not move from his tracks, but lifting his head in the air, sniffed keenly with his nose in all directions. The wind was sweep- ing up the bank ; ec natts-laaty sey Ahr ienetians A Sng tee his nose, pointing steadily forward. Then he uttered another mournful howl, so faint and-guarded, that it could just be heard above the sighing of the wind. “Eagle has found Aim out!’ the hunter muttured; “the darned crittur knows that poor Roy has been dere. Thank God, that the boy ain't dead! That he is not, is certain ; Eagle has no nose for any OR RPI te death.” Bed. us. anemndfeaennhse-anett following. the direction as indicated by the dog. Then the Indian suddenly stooped— then erept on several paces further, and again stooped down more closely still, and gazed at the ground by his feet. At last, rising, he pointed to the oozy beach. = © “The dog is right, cuent dotenpiiter Inge taiiedTenided here; yen. cam: sehulinamet-oe-the wd there, And here,” pointing again, “ are many moccasin-prints—among them that of the Leaping Deer. Our brother is not injured, for his step is steady and heavy.” ’ conmmclbooks.conm