Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 53: what you’re looking at

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MEETS THE PEDDLER. 55 Moment Sedley stood with his head drooped uyor his breast, and his hands pressed to his forehead, as if ‘stunned by ihe blow which threatened to deprive him—and by means worse death—of the last member of his family, the last prop lace of his declining age. Then, gathering himself in h, and his eye kindling with a determined expres- he rushed out of the cabin, sprung upon his horse, pushed animal into immediate speed, and rattled down the path led toward the village. place spoken of by the boatman as the Round Bend was a turn in the river, some seven or eight miles below Adrianopolis, by the winding course of the stream, though hardly more than five by a road that ran along the ridge or summit of the bluffs which form the back-ground of our scene, and intersected the Ohio at that place. A road from the vil- lage communicated with the above, by winding up the point or spur of one of the bluffs, about midway between Adrianop- olis and the cabin of Sedley. On a little natural mound at the foot of this spur stood the block-house which has been before alluded to. . It was toward the ridge road that Sedley directed his course, The information that Edward Overton had not departed for Canada, as he had been led to believe, but had been larking in the neighborhood, and was now about to set off clandes- tinely for New Orleans, considered in connection with facts previously known, had aroused apprehensions in the old man’s mind, which soon received painful confirmation from the evi- dence of outrage he discovered. He now plainly perceived, what he had half suspected before, that Hugh Overton’s plan of purchase was a mere pretense; and that he had been duped and drawn away from home, in order to facilitate the schemes of the lawless hunter. Sedley bit his lip as these reflections passed through his mind, and urging his horse at each moment to a greater speed, he rode furiously up the stony hill. As he drew near the point where the road which ascended the .ong promontory or spur of the bluff turned into that which traversed the summit, the noise of a wagon coming down the declivity reached his ear, and in 8 moment the two travelors met. The full, round moon was by this time rising in the Comichbookscomy