Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 60: what you’re looking at

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of THE CRESTED SERPENT. praise. Ships laden with the wealth of oriental seas bring thee silks, sandal-wood, gums, sweet-smelling oils and spices; jewels and precious stones are laid at thy feet, and gold and silver are paid thee as tribute. The votaries of learning, science and art bow to thee and call thee great; the poet de- dicates to thee the loftiest verse, and the genius of song giver ulterance to it in inspiring tones. Born great, so shall ye live. The he of serpents, crested as becomes a monareh, bows to. thee. i As she ceased speaking the music again sounjed througlis the cave, and the head of the Crested Serpent protruded fron the rocks, E % rani see !” exclaimed Murieta, as she clung to the arm of Vidal; ‘a serpent !” It Saved its crested head to and fro, apparently keeping time to the music that still reverberated through the cavern, then slowly disappeared from sight. a “The prophetess of the mountain has spoken. Once more will she look into the future of the woman of Arabia and the White Tiger of the Tropics. Once again will she lift the vail that stands before the living present aud the unbora future. Once more will she tell them of the greatness in store for them, then she will consult the book of prophecies and read the stars for new and !ofty destinies.” Leaving the altar upon which she had been standing, ‘she a appeared shortly after with her long staff, and led the way i the mouth of the cavern. Here again the process of binding _ was gone through with. They passed from the mountaid, walked leisurely along, and finally reached the horses— Hun a” fredo being with efreth: | Few words were spoken—only adieus, and Maurieta, vias and Humfredo, mounting, rode toward the Tigers’ camp. —_~ “Ts she not a strange woman ?” questioned Vidal, “There is surely a connecting link between her and the~ spirit Jand; else why all this knowledge of the past and future? She speaks like one inspired, and her weird act8— aroused from the rocks a serpent that perhaps has dwelt there > for ages.” i “ And on its head a crown.” a “Ay! it was crowned like a monarch.” | in Comicbooks.com