Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 61: what you’re looking at

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- qe . my-fate ?” THR INDIAN VILLAGE. | 63 The struggle drew attention from the broken bushes, and théy afterward aided the brothers greatly, at a time when «they al- most despaired of recovering the lost trail. They came in sight of the Huron village at last. They had ascended a broad slope, and reached the most elevated point of a lofty ridge, when one of her captors touched Flora on the arm, and pointed downward. ‘There lay the village, — nestling down among the trees, by the side of a shining lake. It was a cluster of rude lodges, laid out in regular order, with a broad, vacant space in the center. Looking downward, thougli*the place was six or seven miles away, so uninterrupt- ed was the downward grade that the figures of men and ani- mals could be made out by a pair of sharp eyes. From the place where they stood to the village, the land descended in a gentle slope, and the short, green turf, the pleasant -lake, the distant village, formed together one of the most beautifak scenes in nature, » Flora, prisoner though she was, could not but be strucle with the beauty of the landscape: The band expressed their joy in short exclamations, and by that lighting up of the face which appears upon the countenance of every creature, when nearing home after a long absence, “These creatures,” she thought, “who never shudder at the shedding of blood, who would not hesitate: to burn a captive at the stake, who delight in acts of torture, are joyful at the prospect of returning bome. Shall I ever see home and friends again? Will Benjamin ever know what has been She fell into a. reverie, from which she did not rouse till the shouts of the villagers, swarming out to meet them, told her that they were drawing near to the village. They entered the broad space in the center, surrounded by a motley crowd of women and children. 'The old men, who had been left in the village, stood before the tents, calmly waiting for the young men to alight, before aay nighentned the leaders cf their defenders home. pm An-ga-wam waseirst to alight, and came up to ‘the ebict ‘with uncovered head, “ My young brother is come,” said an aged patriarch ors race; “ what does he bring ?” ” * conilichoole.com