Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 53: what you’re looking at

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THE SCREAM OF THE WOLF. 65 CHAPTER X. MAN-E-WA-WA, THE TUSCARORA. Tuat night of the arrival of the prisoner in the Indian village on the Sciojo, passed in quiet. As soonas Wild Hawk’s party entered the place, they bent their way, as we have re- ed, toward the lodge of the great chief—the ruler. When they emerged again from the presence of that personage, Roy- don Howe, his hands still bound behind him, was led forth between the swarthy savages. They hurried the prisoner across the open ground in the village, until they had reached 4 soli- tary tent of skins stretched on the borders of the forest. They rudely thrust the young man in, and then bound his already pinioned hands tothe pole which held the tent up. The cord, _ juowever, was long enough to allow him the privilege of lying down or walking around. An old blanket and a buffalo-skin were flung in to him, and ~ then the guards withdrew. But they did not leave the tent; up and down they walked, one in front, and another in the Roydon Howe, hungry and almost exhausted, sk down at once, and leaning his head upon his hands, was soon asleep— “Sesting his back against the tent-pole. How long he slum- bered he knew not; but it must have been some hours, when he was suddenly awakened by a long, wild scream. It came from the depths of the woods, and seemed to be the cry ofa famished wolf. 1: Roydon Howe listened intently. Then, before the echo of the terrible scream died away, another cry arose in the air. But it was unlike the other; it was the howl of the The young man almost sprung to his feet. He made a sud- | den desperate effort to break his bands. Then he was about to return the cry; but he checked himself, for he remembered his situation. He sunk down again,and there was a glad simile on his lips COnMIClOOkKS.COMM