Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 63: what you’re looking at

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ME-RAH. 65 _ Very well, thanks to you. Have you watched by me while I slept ?” .“ Yes; the old chief has said to Me-rah, ‘Take thou the white girl; let her be thy charge.’ ” “JT am glad they have given me into your keeping. You Will be @ kind jailer. I haye been dreaming.” __ “Were the dreams of the ‘ Pleasant Voice’ good ?” Flora had been named by the band, in their romantic fash- ion, the “ Pleasant Voice.” “T dreamed I was at home. again, among those who loved me, and I awoke full of hope.” “ Hope is good,” said Me-rah, in such pure English that Flora was astonished, and asked, quickly : “ How did you learn to speak my language ?” | “Tt will be a long story to tell, but if the white girl wills it she shall hear it.” “ T should love it; it will serve to pass away the time,” “Tt was many years ago, when the snows were white upon the mountains, and Me-rah was a little child. She was an In- dian ; she had an Indian heart, and could shout with the rest - when the warriors brought home scalps. The white girl might have seen, this day, that I came not out with the rest to meet the warriors. That is because my heart is soft; it is sad for me to see scalps; to look upon the prisoners they bring with them. I think that some new home has been made desolate, some father has lost a son, some mother ‘weeps for a child; and so I came not forth, until I saw your face through the curtain. My heart went out to meet yours; I loved you, and wished you to come into my lodge. The chief called me, and I came.” Flora let her hand rest in that of the beautiful Indian girl, and the story went on. “TJ said it was long ago, and the winter wascold. Theice , on the river Was very thick; the crust on the drifts hard; the * snow-shoes hardly left a track. One day the hunters went out. with their sledges after the moose. They found a white man freezing at the root,of a tree; but he lived, and we loxed him when we knew him. I was a little child, and came’ to look upon him. He was an Englishman, who had been wronged by his people, and had fled away and come to live among us. comichooks;com Zz.