Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 93 of 120
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 93: what you’re looking at
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A DARK DAY. 98 about a mile and a ha’? from the town, answered the purpose Of both, though but seldom required to be used in either ca- Pacity. Indeed, its ioors had hardly been opened since three Years before, when an incursion of the Indians being appre- hended, a quantity of powder and other military stores had been deposited in its vault, with a view to being prepared for the worst. To this building Charles Dudley was committed. A CHAPTER XII. THE BLOCK-HOUSE. Skins may differ, but affection Dwells in white and black the same.—Cowrsr. Tue storm which threatened in the morning did not come down till near nightfall. Dark, watery clouds, driven west- ward in thick and rolling masses, obscured the heaven during the whole day; and the-surface of the Ohio, disturbed and darkened by the fresh-blowing breeze, presented to the eye of Lucy, as she gazed on it from her window, an appearance as different from that of the preceding morning as her own pros- pects, so sadly changed in the mean while. The day rolled heavily on, in perfect unison with the feelings of those whom our story principally concerns. Perhaps the very correspond- ence of the weather with their situation rendered them less keenly alive to the evils which had befallen them. Few things are more painful to a mind ill at ease than a bright Smile on the face of nature; and the notes of joy have a Strange, discordant sound to the ear of one whose heart is Plunged in sorrow. Had the bright heaven, as on the~pre- Ceding morning, been reflected in the shining river, and lighted into greater brilliancy the rainbow beauties of the de- caying foliage—had the birds twittered among the trees, and the bees hummed in the sunny air, the gloom of Sedley and the dejection of his niece could not but have been heightened by painful contrast with surrounding objects. The cause of the old man’s trouble, perhaps, lay too deep to be affected by comicldooks.conn