Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 14: what you’re looking at

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“a 16 THE TWIN sCOUTS. every stream through which they scouted. They often found jt of value when pressed by the foe. Perhaps a dozen pant- ing enemies were a quarter of a mile away, in eager pursuit of the tired hunters, when they would draw out the concealed boat, and go spinning down the stream, in full view of the astonished children of the woods. They were soon seated in their little craft, and floated swiftly down the creek. A mile below, they emerged into the Mohawk itself, and turning the head of the canoe duwn-stream, with little Jabor at the pad- dles, barely enough to keep her steady, mae took the course of the current. ‘You have heard of the Cohdes. but if you have er seen them, you have missed a beautiful sight. And if the-scenery is beautiful now, what-must it have been with all the ‘grand helps of nature, in rock and tree, and beetling crags. The river flashed down among the brown limestone, breaking in- to foam here and there, where the rocks stood highest. The young men knew the way. They had ‘scouted over this ground a dozen times, and Ben, for certain reasons, had visited. it before. What those reasons were, will shortly appear. “Do you think we shall find crs get at home ?” said that worthy. | “ Don’t know. | I suppose so, however, titled he is otit on a hunt. That need make no difference to you, brother Ben.” “T told you to quit that, Alph. What does Flora care for me more than for you ?” “ Nonsense, Ben. Don't be a donkey. You know you: worship the very ground under Flora Middleton’s feet, and I know, if you do not, that there is no earthly being who can make her pretty little heart palpitate at his coming, as you can.” | “Do you think so, Alph ?” cried the’ other, eagerly. “T don’t know how it may be.. Perhaps you are right.” “Yes; and Ben, take the advice ofa brother. While you have a chance, secure her; ask her to be your wife.” While he was speaking, he pointed the head of the canoe ’ toward the shore. ‘The bushes hung low about the bank, and the brothers forced their way through them and gained foot- ing on the rocks above. . beautiful girl, clad in European garb, sprung up as they appeared, uttering a Jittle cry of as- tonishment, and came toward them, holding out her hands. / COMmMlcSOOxS.COmM