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senseless Moliy. They then leaped down the open shaft, and soon stumbled on the body of the hound, whose indomit- able vigilance they had thought a guarantee to safety. Groans proceeded from the end of the cave. They had not, however, to proceed further, in darkness; but procuring a covered with blood, and were at the last gasp of death. Hardy villains as were these their associates, they could endure the ghastly sight no longer, and leaving the light, It aroused her to exertion. eneieat to the cave, beheld the slaughtered dog, and the now bodies of her late companions. She was alone. The affrighted men had not accompanied her. With the propensity of her craft she examined the dead men’s pockets, transferred the was soon able to comprehend the extent of the pence descended dead | 4. No monument was raised above the grave. object which marked their resting-place was the whisky- bottle from which they had drunk, and which Molly had planted there ; Etna oe ee or merely as significant of the spot where the bodies rested, none knew, for not a,word had been spoken during this mournful cere- mony. SET ee aes cry out: * ws “Knee Pens 9 ' Anu she lt beside the grave, The others, ‘silently Eomichooks.com -s_-