Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 142: what you’re looking at

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182 MAJM GUINEA. sympathy. No human understanding could be so dull as not to comprehend the excuse they had for impatience and occa- sional light-swearing; the deep chagrin and irritation which took the place of the jovial good-humor of the previous evening. In the mean time, “the rain falls upon the just and the unjust "—the same red streak of dawn which shows them the road glimmering across the country, shows to Hyperion familiar scenery which indicates his proximity to the place of refuge. They travel along the edge of the water for a half- mile further, and then the man creeps on his hands and knees, passing under bushes and tangled vines, while the women wait and tremble, for it is growing lighter every moment. Birds begin to chirp and flutter, the soft, gurgling notes of the wild-turkey resound through the wood, a bar of gold is lifted from the eastern gates, and morning is let in— the bosom of the lake flashes rose-red ; little frosty points glitter here and there on trees and clumps of dried grass—sud- denly there is a great crash in the underbrush not a rod away, and Rose flings herself into Maum Guinea’s arms, screaming : “ We's caught! we’s caught!” “Hush, chile,” whispered the woman, sternly, “it’s only a deer !” ’ Ah, yes! it was a beautiful deer coming to the lake for his morning draught; but at sight of the group he had startled, he bounded off, as startled as they—and Rose drew a long breath of relief. ; The fright made them all nervous; it seemed to Hyperion as if there was a .mist before his eyes which prevented his finding what he knew was there, while Maumy pressed in her arms the timid creature whose heart fluttered wildly against her own—keeping, at the same time, a keen glance wandcring in every direction. “ Oh, ’Perion, I’s afraid it’s not here at all !” * : comiclooks.com