Beadle's Dime Novels No. 33: Maum Guinea and Her Plantation Children — page 143: what you’re looking at

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HIDING FROM PURSUIT. 133 ’t say so, Rose; I know it is here, somewhere.” “ Hark!” said Maum Guinea, “I hear a horn !” Hyperion straightened himself _up to listen. “ Yes,” he replied, “ they are in the woods now.” “'T’ank de Lord! here is de cave! Quick, Rose, Maumy !” The woman stooped down and crawled through the low opening from before which he had parted the dripping moss and dried vines. It was all darkness and uncertainty before them, detection and despair outside. Hyperion quickly followed, replacing the door which nature had hung before the grotto, as carefully as possible. They — crept back as far as they dared, and sat huddled together on the damp, cold rock which floored the cavern. All was doubt and night about them, though they could watch the gleam of day which pierced the curtain at the entrance. As the sun rose higher, there was more light about them; they could dimly discern their surroundings; so that Rose could con- vince herself that no crouching panther was near, to spring upon them unaware. Dismal hours crept by like slimy snails. Fatigue over- powered the young girl, and with head on Maumy’s bosom, she slept, her hand still clasped by her lover, whose eyes were fixed upon her face, constantly—a face delicate and pretty, even with the brilliant eyes shut in slumber, and in this wan. light looking white and clear as marble. It was afternoon when she awoke, quite ready to eat the dry biscuit, and the slice of ham, which Maum Guinea drew from her ample pocket. While they were partaking of this con- siderately-provided lunch, they heard sounds which arrested every faculty, holding it in strained suspense. The horn which they had heard in the morning resounded through the woods, so close at hand that it seemed almost at the entrance of the cave. = Comiclbooks.conn