Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 11: what you’re looking at

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ee ee ee A CAVERN HOME. 15 chest, néar by was used as a store-room for provisions, of Which it was nearly full. Hanging upon pegs above the bed was a quantity of eloth- Ing of great variety, from the rude fisherman’s suit to the brilliant uniform of an English officer, and in one corner was a cot upon the stone floor, evidently the bed of some humble individual. Upon brackets rested a number of guns, pistols, swords and a saddle and bridle, while the table in the center of the room » held a writing desk, inkstand, paper and pens. | All these things, Glen Tarleton took in by a rapid glance around him, for the light from the lamp upon the table and the ruddy glare of the fire, gave the rock-bound chamber a bright and rather cheerful appearance. “Captain Tarleton, you are welcome to my humble cavern home ; be seated, sir, and excuse me for a moment,” said the strange host, as he motioned his guest to a chair, and with- drew from the room by the opposite entrance from which they had entered. Glen Tarleton stood a moment in surprise, and bewilder- ment, for he knew not what to think of his remarkable guide and his equally remarkable abode; but a brave and deter- mined man, willing to take circumstances as they came, he took from his shoulders his heavy cloak, and east it upon a Chuir near the fire, and the act displayed a tall, well-knit frame, gracefully foimied, upright and martial in beanines clad in a suit of gray, with top-boots, and a belt around his waist con- taining pistols and a short sword. Throwing aside also the slouching hat he wore, his face was revealed, a dark, daring, handsome face, every feature ex- pressive of intelligence, determination and manly dignity. It was the counténance of a man of thirty, perhaps, with tery black eyes, brown waving hair, and mustache shading the mouth, whereon the look of decision resting, did not destroy its expression of kindness and generosity. Calmly he seated himself in the easy-chair, and his sword, that a short while before had done such deadly service, ee ready across his knees, the hilt turned toward his right and: while the young captain idly gazed into the fire and appeared a3 much at ease as though he were in his own home. Cconnmiclooolks.comn