Beadle's Dime Novels No. 92: The Twin Scouts — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE TWIN SCOUTS. CHAPTER I. THE BROTHERS. A rrver in the depths of a northern forest, walled in by grand old trees on every side—a deep, turbid river, glid- apelowly down among the sedges on the bank., Crowds of aquatic birds from time to time came eut of the cover, and: dove in the dark depths, seizing the coveted food, and rising to the surface to devour it. <A stately deer, with branching antlers, and sleek, shining sides, came down to thé bank to drink. Every thing told of a primeval wilderness, _ robed'in all the beauty first given by God, before the hand of man had touched it. - | A sound disturbed the stillness, and the deer stood erect, peering into the bushes. All at once he sprung away, as the branches on the chee shore parted, and a young man came out upon the bank. He was dressed in the garb of a hunter—tanned undershirt and leggings, and Indian moccasins. He held a long rifle, _ thrown carelessly across his arm, and a knife hung in his belt. His age might have been twenty-four. He appeared to be in no hurry after he had reached the river, but sat down upon the sunny bank, looking out upon the stream. ‘The birds, becoming accustomed to his preserice, came out again one by one, and began to feed as usual. ‘The young man looked at them with a quiet smile. He was one _ who took pleasure in God’s handiwork, and reveled in his domain. , He who can not. take pleasure in a beautiful land- scape, has littléthat is good and true in his heart. Tate The young man, gazing out upon. the river, oteWenea ry after a little, and then fell off into a doze. Perhaps: 1¢ had | slept an hour, perhaps more, when a sudden, shrill, startling cry rung out upon the air. There was nothing wotiderful HA w Eomiciyooks:<