Beadle's Dime Novels No. 298: The Hussar Captain — page 72: what you’re looking at

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s 76 THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. “ Rebel, for I must remain in New York.” “ True; L will at once write the letters, and let you return for, doubtless, you are anxious to get off while you have such a good wind. e “Then, I will encamp my men in the woods, and_ tomor- row night will leave Saville and Loyd to take care of the British officer and his men, while, with the crew 1 bad with me on the schooner, I will seize their boats, and row at once with all haste back to New York and board the cruiser.” “ Yes, I see you understand all perfectly, for Lieutenant Saville will have some sixty men after you have taken your crew, with which to take the naval officer ani those who come with him in the boats.” A short time more, and, armed with letters from Glen, ur- gently begging his mother and Salome to leave the city, bringing with them Lucille and Mrs. Vancourt, the Hermit started with Rebel upon his return to New York, arriving at his Hell-gate cavern just at daylight, for the wind bad held good during the night. Hastily selecting from the cavern a few articles of value to himself and Rebel, the Hermit hid them in a boat, and after casting one long, affectionate gaze around upon the walls that had long been his home, he walked through the land opening to the cave, and came out upon a small plot of ground, overhung by high, rocky precipices, covered with foliage of dense thickness. Crossing the grass plot, which was hardly larger than a good-sized room, he came to a willow tree, drooping grace~ fully over, until its sweeping branches trailed upon the ground and rested lightly upon a moss-grown grave. Stopping beside the humble mound, the hermit let his eyes rest sadly upon it in silence for full a moment, and he said — softly to himself : . “No, I could not leave my cavern home without a glance of farewell to this mound: mayhap I may never stand here again, but whate’er be my lot, wheresoever my feet wander, I can never forgetethis grave beneath the willow, and the one who sleeps herein.” A moment more the Hermit stood in silence, and then turning walked slowly back into the cavern, to the next instant CcommiclooOolkks. Cohn