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he THE QUEEN OF THE KANAWHA. 9] to bear bis own weight, but a man as supple and as active as a panther. He was clad in buck-skin hunting-shirt and leggings, made in the Indian fashion, but unlike that fashion in one respect, and that westhat no gaudy ornaments decorated the garments, Upon the feet of the hunter were a pair of moceusins. A cap rudely fashioned froma piece of deer skin, and with the little flat et of the animal as an ornameut,completed the dress of the hun- r. Theface of the man was singular tolook upon. The features were large and cleariy cut. The cold, ¢ray eye, broad forchead, and mas- sive, squarely-cliiseled chin. told of duuntiess courage and of an iron will. A terrible scar extended from the temple to the chin on the left side of the face. >. The hunter was quite younz—not over twenty-five, thoagh deep lines of care were upon the face. ‘* The second hunter, who came from the tangled thicket, but psused on the edge of the little glen on beholding the threatening attitude of the bunter who stood with his foot on the deer, was a man who had probably seen forty years. He, too, like the other, was of pow- erful build, and his muscular frame gave promise of great strength. He was dressed like the first, in the forest garb of deer-skin, but his dress warped fringed and ornamented. In his hand he one of the long rifles so common to the fron- tier settler of that time, for our story is of the year 1780. The clear blue eye of the second hunter tookin the situation at a ace. He readily saw that the man who stood so defiantly by the was not disposed to yie'd his claim to the animal without @ ostruggie. So the second hunter determined upon a parley. a. #8 stranger! I reckon we're both arter the same critter,” | said the hunter who stood on the cdge of the little glade. _ * Yes; it pears so,”’ replied the other, who s by the deer. There was somcthing apparently in the voice of the last comer that impressed the first favorably, for he dropped the butt of his Fifle to the ground, though he still kept his foot upon the deer’s carcass. “Well, stranger, we can’t both have thegame, I think I hit him, an’, of course, us it is but nat’ral, you think so, too, So I reckon we'd better tind out which ove of us he belongs to; ’cause TI don't Want him if my ball! didn’t finish him, an’, of course, you don’t want him if he’s mine by right,” said the second hunter, approaching the Other feariess|y. > * You're richt, by hookey!” cried the other, yielding to the in- Fuence of the vood-humored tone of the other. “Let me introduce pryself, stranger, ’cos you seem to be a new- comer ‘round byer,”’ said the old hunter. “ My name’s Daniel Boone ; Mayhap you've beard of me,” "Well. I reckon I have!” exelaimed the other, In astonish- ment. “Thar’s few men on the border but what have leerd on you. I'm right to see you, kurnel.” “ thi I ax your name?” asked Boone, who had taken a ~ to the brawny stranger. ; : dl Thar —my handle,” said the stranger ti < es fm the. rk carved on the tree-trunk by whieh the deer =; ‘Ete: “ that’s me.” ee A eee Ri oii lil) |e WaMeae aa lle 2 kil Hi a F a 7 : y % + ee - ' ¥ 7 comicbhooks.com a