Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 58: what you’re looking at

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60 THE WRONG MAN. stupid horror. His rage died away, and feelings as deep, but widely different, began to take possession of his mind. The face of the corpse, ‘as feebly lighted by the moon, which had now risen abové the tops of the trees and shed a thin glim- mer on the road, exhibited in its closed teeth, wide-staring glassy eyes, and fixed contortion of features, a ghastly image of the wild passions which had swelled the bosom of the hunter while living. The old man’s eyes seemed riveted to the grisly object ; but his mind looked not through his eyes— it was wandering away, away, lost in a void of gloomy ab- straction. His own well-trained and now jaded horse stood quietly browsing by the roadside, at a little distance from the spot where his rider had fallen; but that of the hunter, scared by the scuffle, had turned and galloped out of sight. The scattered senses of Sedley were at last rallied by a sound, which, as it first fell faintly on his ear, caused him start and listen. For a moment the noise was so slight ato be scarcely distinguishable above the rushing of the But it soon grew louder and nearer at hand, and was eyi- dently occasioned by the rapid approach of some mounted traveler. Aroused to a sense of the danger of his situation, the old man stooped down, and, grasping a fold of the hunt- er’s garments, dragged the heavy, lifeless mass a little way down the brow of the declivity. Returning to the road, be seized the rein of his horse, and in like manner leading the animal down the side of the hill, was immediately swallowed up in the deep blackness which the trees cast upon the comicldookks.conn