Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 9: what you’re looking at

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HE DEER AND HIS PURSUER. 7 began tu dot the margin of the Ohio. At a little distance from the village, an elevated knoll, entirely deruded of trees was crowned with a small building, the shape and construe. tion of which showed it to have been erected as a place of defense—probably to guard against some former incursion of the Indians. At the other extremity of the view, on the side of the bluff round which the Ohio first swept into sight, s neat log-cabin might be descried, through the openings in the wood; anda curious eye would not have failed to remark that it was surrounded with well-inclosed, cultivated fields, convenient outhouses, and other evidences of comfort, not often met with, at the period of our narrative, in that region. The sun had been up about an hour, and had given to the sky that serene and delicate azure which distinguishes it in the valley of the Mississippi, when the stillness of the scene was broken by the whip-like report of a rifle. The sound was yet reverberating among the hills, when a deer—its sides panting and its eyes straining from its head—bounded down a steep bluff on the Ohio shore. It paused an instant on the margin of the flood, to cast a frightened glance around, as if doubtful which way to fly ; but a crackling among the branches on the hill-side anfouncing its pursuer near, it sprung into the stream, and swam with all its strength toward the opposite side. In a moment after, its pursuer came rattling down the bank, catching from tree to tree as he descended. He had reached within a few rods of the bottom, and was about to make another leap, when the twigs of a dried branch snapped in his hand, and his feet slipping on the damp soil at the same moment, he fell and rolled at full length upon the This accident seemed not to have been unwitnessed. A loud laugh, from lungs that might have rivaled Stentor’s, saluted the baffled hunter, as he scrambled to his feet; and turning his head in the direction of the sound, the person whose merriment had been thus untimely awakened was seen’ approaching round a neighboring point. The first impulse of the sportsman seemed to be to spring among the trees, and reascend the bank, like one unwilling to be seen. But, if such was his purpose, a second glance assured him it was too late; and muttering a curse, in which ““d—<d Yankee” were the comlicloolks.conn ;