Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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14 EPH PETERS. wrongs of poor, forsaken Acadie when he comes to make the settlement. My curse upon the English. Can you ‘dota them in that?” “Mother Ann, I do not defend that outrage against aon. ity. I look upon it as an indelible stain upon British honor.” “ Driven on board the shipping at the point of the bayonet, through lines of weeping mothers and sweethearts, wives and daughters, to be landed alone on an unknown coast. British honor! Faugh! Is this a sample?” “ Believe me, the Colonies think with you in this. It was wicked, barbarous, cruel! No name can be'too hard for it.” “And yet you, one of that cold, crafty, cruel blood, have dared to think of my daughter. Go your way, I tell you onee again, for your hope is vain.” : He took up his gun, with a sigh of apparent ‘vdieo and bade her good-by. Her eyes gleamed with gratified fnal- ice ag she saw him depart, in the course from whence he came, and she went on with her herb-gathering, looking from time to time, with a ose! chuckle, in the direction in which he had disappeared. | “ Let him go, dhe jensge of his cold-blooded father, who was taken by her baby face, as: he is taken by that of my Margue- rite. Margaret ! I will not have the cold English name. «Let him go.” She might not — been so sanguine in regand to his going had she seen his’ face as he turned away. When at such a distance that she could no longer hear his footsteps, he paused, shook his hand im. her direction; and said_: : “Do your worst, old erone, I see Maggie to-night !” Turning sharply to the right, he buried himself in the bushes, and stooping, after the manner of & practiced scout, made a circuit about the spot where she stood, and came back into the path some distance below. ‘Without pausing, he broke into a quick run, which soon brought him in sight of the cabin of Mother Ann. . It stood close to the river’s edge, and was completely walled in by the mass of vines which the hand of woman had trained to grow about it.” A negro lay upon his, back on the open spot eforé t door, kicking his heels about in lazy enjoyment. He » of short stature, standing only five feet, but well proportioned. connicloooksseomn