Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 18: what you’re looking at

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20 LITTLE MOCCASIN, loud. _ At any rate, I have, and so have yor, ainsiah Peiry, ever since the canal was cut, hey ?” . Perry nodded, and seemed lost in thought. “Well,” continued Gage, “you may be right, after all, and I dare say you are, with your large experience along here ; and I myself have heard people say, who have lived all their lives within a few miles of Niagara— Both Perry and the major started, interchanged a look, and then waited for the captain to finish, “T have been told they never hear the roar of the Falls unless their attention’is called to it.” “ Just as we soon fail to hear the striking of the hours after @ clock has been hung up against a reverberating wainscot, although for a time it may have kept us awake, till we could hear nothing else,” added the major. ‘“ Or a rumbling of carts over a paved street. When we first go from the country into a large town, we can hardly -heat ourselves speak; but after a few days we do not mind the noise any more than we should the rustling of a cornfield when thé wind freshens,” continued Gage. “ But surely the sound seems to be coming nearer, 1” said Perry. “ All a mistake, sir. It is only a change of the wind after a lull. Iknow where the bend is, and it can not possibly come nearer without cleaving its way through a rocky ledge half a mile in width.” ” “T believe he is right, Captain Gage,” said Perry. “I re- member tle sound——I remember it from the first; for. I was one of the gang who volunteered to open a sluice-way . through the ravine where it has been tumbling and roaring these twenty years, and carrying with it all the logs, which otherwise would have gone through British territory and paid a heavy tax.” “ Ah—indeed !—I congratulate you with all my heart !” said the major, thrashing his arms, and blowing his fingers, and stamping with all his might and main ; “ but hadn’t we better go inside, where we can talk these matters over without freezing stiff ?” “Well done the major! ‘hurrah for yow!” dhemietl a voice from the window, and de. a-head, which had been commiclbooks.com