Beadle's Dime Novels No. 310: Foghorn Phil — page 9: what you’re looking at

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SOLITARY, BUT NOT ALONE. 11 and silent with his thoughts, while the great storm-king weaves and twines a sheet of crystal white around bim. Thus the moments glided into minutes, and the minutes in- to hours. Still the storm rages on. Deeper and deeper grows the snow upon the plain, and thicker and thicker weaves the storm its mantle of flakes around the lonely hunter, until only a little white mound of snow told where he had sat down alone upon the treeless and shrubless plain. But with- in his crystal palace, warm and quiet, sat the hunter, Hx- perience had undoubtedly taught him that this recourse was the only one, under the circumstances, for his life, strange as it may seem to those unacquainted with the fact. The howl of the wolves and the roar of the storm were now hushed to him. From the beasts he felt no fear now; and with his own revolving thoughts he sat in companion- ship. And thus the hours wore on; he could do nothing but ponder over his situation. But at length he was startled from his gloomy thoughts by the dull vibratory jarring of the earth beneath him, as if many hoofed feet were rushing Over it. But surely this could not be the case, he thought. No hu- man could travel on horseback such a night as that. It was not the headlong rush of buffaloes, for they had long since passed to the pasture-fields of the south. And so what was it? He repeated the question ; then an awful thought rushed suddenly across the soul of the hunter, and for the first time, a horrible fear convulsed his whole frame! ‘ \ CHAPTER Il. THE STORM RIDERS. Not alone was that solitary hunter upon the plain, that wild November night. The shadows of darkness had closed in upon the two persons—a man and woman—who were journeying westward upon horseback toward the Black Pass of the Panther Hills. They were mounted upon fleet, strong- ~— § Gomichooks.conim