Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 64: what you’re looking at

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66 THE TWIN SCOUTS. “We gave him a place in our lodges, and named him the ‘ Withered Oak, because he had lived his life away from the place where his roots were set. When he came among us he brought with him a book. Would you like to see it ?” “Yes,” said Flora, She went to the corner of the lodge, and from a deed box took a book, which she gave to Flora with reverent hands, “The ‘ Holy Book)” she whispered. Flora took it. One of those cumbrous editions of the Holy Scriptures which the London press at that time published. Flora turned to the fly-leaf and read : “JT, John Lambert, flying from the persecution of mine own people, have found rest among a people who, while they wor- ship the One God, know not the Christ. Among these will I die.” : Flora, while she held that book in her hands, dreamed what kind of man this might be. Some stern, uncompromising Christian, who could not brook the vanities witel were creep- ing into his own church, and who left all behind him, and plunged into the untrodden wilderness, with his Bible in his hand. “Tell me more of this man,” said she. : “T learned to love him ; he read to me from the book, taught me. how to understand it, and how to love it. He taught me the language of your people, and then he taught — me how to read the book. I believed it, and from that time, I take no delight in blood.” “Ts he dead ?” ‘ “Two years ago we made him a grave on the slope, and he sleeps. Dying, he gave me the book, told me to guard it as my life, love it and obey it. I try to do so. And I, who dm a prophetess among my people, can do much good.” Here was a marvel, and Flora looked upon the beautiful girl in amazement. © A Christian, among the relics of a bar- . parism: of the sternest kind. Had Flora known the impressi- ble nature of the Indian, she would not have wondered so much. : ‘a | ‘The two spent some pleasant noi together, talking of past | and present events, and of the sad fate of the friends of Flora, From her, she learned that Hau-do and An-ga-wam were: not COnnicloooOkxs.cGonn