Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 62: what you’re looking at

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64 ‘ FOGHORN PHIL. grown schoolboy ; “but you needn’t be afeard o’ her, gals; she’s as true-Learted as an angel, and ’s comin’ to help you ’uns out o’ danger. Remeniber, she'll be here in an hour. She'll tell you your program’ when she comes, so good-evenin’, gals.” “ Good-night, Mr. Bumble.” With a bow, the good-hearted hunter turned, and patoring his canoe, vaddied away toward the west shor’. The girls watched him until lost in the shadows of the distance, then they spread a blanket upon the earth and sat down upon it to eat their food, and ponder over the intended visit and its pur- port. The hour soon passed, and then the maidens saw a tiny canoe put out toward them from. the west shore. Its occu- pant was a female, who handled the paddle with remarkable swiftness, and in a minute’s time, the prow of the little craft touched the island. The lithe figure of an Indian girl sprung lightly out ; nad drawing her canoe entirely éut of the water, turned, and bent her head in the attitude of intense listening. With cautious footsteps she then advanced toward the center of the island, where Pauline and Josie awaited ber. The latter arose, and in soft tones greeted the princess in words of welcome. Anamosa was small in form, with features decidedly beau- tiful in contour. Her eyes were of a soft brown, large and innocen#in expression as the eyes of a. young deer. Her long dark hair, gathered away from her brow, hung in braids down her back. <A fillet of Sparkling jewels girded her brow, and flashed like rubies among her dark hair, Around her arms and neck she wore rich, sparkling otnainents, that contrasted oddly with the short buck-skin frock, wrought in many colors with devices strange and fantastic. But, withal, there was little in the features of Anamosa that resembled those of an Indian ; in fact, there was nothing but her dress avd dusky skin that was indicative of ber race. “Then the white hunter told you that I was coming 2” the princess said, seeing that her presence created no sur-> prise, comicbooks.com