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| - ; i ei cee DEATH OF THE HUNTER. 50 have done credit to his better years; and so sudden and un- €xpected was the assault, that it well nigh overturned the hunter from his horse. Irritated by the briskness of the on- Set, the latter seized the old man in his bony gripe, and a Struggle ensued, which soon resulted in Sedley’s being thrown heavily to the ground. The hunter sprung from his horse; while the other, though much hurt, yet rose to his feet with he agility of youth, and again grappled with his powerful Mtagonist. But, though the energy of the wronged old man’s feelings lent vigor to his limbs, it could not render him & match for his Herculean opponent, and the strife had lasted & moment, when he was again thrown violently to the ge The ferocious hunter now sprung upon his prostrate foe, and, disappointed in the object for which he had long been Plotting, and attacked with such desperate fury, his anger was kindled to the highest pitch. Wreathing his fingers the thin gray locks of the old man’s temples, he his thumb upon the ball of sight, which, in another been forced from its socket, when some- thing glistened in the moonbeams above his head; it de- he started to his feet, staggered a few steps, and, with a con- Vulsive effort to speak, which died away in an inarticuiate Tattle, fell lifeless to the ground. The old man had risen from the earth at the same moment With the hunter, and, as he now stood bending over the Corpse, the foam still on his pale lip, and the frown on his brow, Overton’s own hunting-knife, dripping with blood, Which he held in his extended right hand, explained the Cause of the catastrophe. In the desperation of the moment, and scarcely conscious what he did, Sedley had drawn the . Weapon from the hunter’s belt, and in the struggle dealing him a yiolent but aimless blow, chance had directed the dlade to a vital part. The point entered his neck, at the juncture of the vertebree with the bones of the head, and a moment terminated the life of the lawless For two or three minutes, Enoch Sedley stood bending Over the body of the murdered wretch in an attitude of i Conmcloooks.conn |