Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 7: what you’re looking at

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"THE WRONG MAN: 4 TALE OF THE EARLY SETTLEMENTS. CHAPTER I. THE PEDDLER AND THE HUNTER. — The stag, who hoped His foe was lost, now once more hears astunn’d The dreadful din. He shivers, every limb; He starts, he bounds, and plunges in the flood Precipitant. The gliding waters leave : No trace behind. MERVILLE, Tne period at which our story opens is a few years subse- t to the great tide of emigration which had commenced g into the West. Numbers of enterprising and hardy turers had already taken up their abode among the hills yalleys of Ohio. As yet, however, this addition to the tier population had not produced any marked change in the general appearance of the country. A clearing, here and there, on the banks of the river, and, at wide intervals, an town springing up in the forest, were the only indica- tions that this tide was setting toward that region. For many | _ leagues, the course of the Ohio was through an unbroken wil- derness. Now and then the surface of the river was rippled by the passage of some wild beast, or the Indian canoe that skimmed like a swallow over its surface; the profound still- ness of the solemn, primeval forest was only broken by the occasional howl of some of its denizens. Otherwise it seemed “ silent since the birth of time.” The sun rose bright and beautiful on the autumn morning upon which our narrative opens. As the mist rolled away from the landscape, a scene of surpassing beauty was disclosed. Through a valley of wonderful fertility glided a broad and | \impid stream, the glassy surface of which reflected surrounding : objects with the distinctness of a mirror. A graceful sweep. come ll eee eee