Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 61: what you’re looking at

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AN INDIAN PRINCESS. 63 As the night wore away, however, the revelers became less noisy, and it soon was apparent that some of them bad sought their couches for the night, while others lounged around the fire, talking in undertones and smoking. The fugilives were not expecting the return of Bumble yet, and were greatly surprised when they discovered him coming down the river in a canoe, keeping their island between bim and the traders. -He soon reached their retreat and landed. He had brought with him several blankets and robes, and an ample supply of food, such as it Was, The girls thanked sie kindly for his trouble and consider- ate provision for their welfare. In every way they mani- fested a due appreciation of his goodness, and the man’s rough face brighténed, and his gray eyes glowed with the light of thoughts he could not express. It was seldom within his province to render such service in’behalf of innocence and purity; and to know that those two fair, lovely girls were dependent upon his strong arm— to hear their sweet, musical voices pouring out their heartfelt thanks and gratitude to him, afforded him the greatest plea- sure he had ever enjoyed. It touched his better nature so pointedly that, his heart glowed with all the chivalric devotion that ever inspired the breast of a gallant knight of old, and he resolved to die ra- ther than see harm befall the two. fair girls, “T managed to hook a few blankets and some food fur ye, gals,” he “said, proudly. I know they aren’t as *good as you've been used to, but its the best L could do.” “It is good enough, God knows, Mr. Bumble,” replied Pauline. “Wal, if we had better, you ’uns should have it, but we haven’t; and now, gals, 1 must leave you to onc’t, for fear I’m see’d ’round this islan’ and a mice is smelt. In an: hour from: now you will have another visiter. It will be an Injin princess, Anamosa, the White Fawn, She knows all about you bein’ here—I told her, and she wants to see Miss Mark- 7“ ham.” ' “ What? An Indian princess wants tosee me?” exclaimed Josie, in astonishment. “Yes, ma’am,” replied the hunter, with the air of an over- COMmicoooks.COn