Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 91: The Lost Cache — page 76: what you’re looking at

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28 THE LOST CACHE. | . As soonas she saw the bridge, she knew that it had been made by human hands, and she also felt sure that the hands were those of white men, for it, did not look like the work of Indians. “There are white men near sd * she thought. “I was sure of it. -At least one white man has been here, for the voice that sung to me lately could be no other than that of a white man. He was a young man, too. He must have been a young mun, for his yoice was so sweet, and so—so— young ! I wonder if he is handsome! I am sure I would like to see him, and judge for myself.” | Her wish seemed to be near to accomplishment, for a clear and manly voice saluted her ears, singing, in low and plain- tive tones, the same melody that she had once breathed forth, at the place where she then was: * When will he come to me, Over the land or sea, He that I love as I love my life? ° When will ‘he speak to me, Asking that I shall be Ever and ever his owu dear wife ?” It was plain that the voice came from across the chasm, and Kate Brainard involuntarily turned her eyes in that direc-. tion. As she did so, she hastily started back, for a young man, tall and handsome, with a rifle in his hand, stepped out from the shade of a tree and stood on the edge of the ravine. Kate at first tried to hide her head, like an ostrich, and then she thought that it. would be best to give the alarm to her father and Téte Bois, or to call her brother, who was in the woods beyond. Both ideas, failed, for her confusion would not allow her to make up her mind, before the stranger | ~ spoke to her. “Don’t be afraid,” said he. “T am one of the most harm- less individuals you ever saw, and, if I should ever happen to be turned into a wild beast, I am sure that I could not-in- jure a being so beautiful.” Conipliments are pleasant to the young and fair, and Kate Brainard had beard few, except the rough but honest expres- sions of backwoodsmen ; therefore it was not wonderful that she remained where she was, and even turned her blushing comicbooks.cornn