Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 82: what you’re looking at

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84 EPH PETERS, “T think you are fast, Monsieur Capitaine,” said he. “It is now my turn. Ah, you shall rue the hour you struck me.” “ Why am I bound ?” * You will find out soon enough. Say good-night to the world, for you will never see another sunrise.” “ Coward !” ) | ““Gvod words, Monsieur Capitaine. Make your peace with« all men, for you die within the hour.” “ Jaques Chattillon, do you mean to kill me?” “JT! Oh no, not at all. .The Indians think you are be- witched, and are going to smoke the devil out of you. They will have a hard time doing that. What a pity, now, that the fair Marguerite must lose her bold champion so early in “the encounter.” “ You have enticed the savages to this.” “ Again you wrong me, Monsieur Capitaine. The savages, acute reasoners, see that a person who turns against his best friend, as you have done to-day, must be laboring under the » power of some bad spirit. They are going to fight the devil with fire. Give you good-night, my good leader. I shall tell a fine story to Montcalm, which shall set you right in his: eyes. You shall die nobly, give you my honor; you shall die surrounded by a horde of savages, upon honor.” “Leave me.” * ¥ “Certainly. Me-to-ne, you will of course take him out of. the camp and finish him. Do not listen to any nonsense, but be sure you smoke him out entirely before you let him go.” The savages immediately laid hands upon the “Swaying Oak,” and dragged him away to the death they had prepared for him. Ina beautiful glade, a quarter of a mile from the camp, they placed torches in the trees, bound their prisoner, and left him under guard, while they prepared for the suvage ceremony. A young ash tree, about a foot in diameter, was stripped of. ‘ts lower branches and bark. A circle was drawn on the ground about the tree in accordance with the wishes of Ja- ques, and the prisoner was tied to the bared tree. The savages now passed in dismal procession about it) and ehanted a mournfal chorus. The partisan looked this way and that, not hoping to escape, but with the look of a man who is about to die, and who is not prepared. The savage connicloooks.com