Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 32: what you’re looking at

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84 LITTLE MOCCASIN. the apparition of a vessel on fire—with sails and colors flying away in fragments, and balancing just in the pitch for a few minutes, and then plunging with a great leap into the dread abyss below.” : : Here Perry-could bear it no longer. He sprung to his feet, and fiercely brandishing his arms toward the great, black, mid- night sky, stood looking up, as if he saw the apparition of that vessel on fire, and heard his poor brother: screaming for help. ‘Ten thousand curses on them! and on their children’s children forever!’ he cried, and then settled down helplessly upoh the pile of cedar-branches, and spoke not another word, till the night had passed, and the light of another day broke upon them like the smile of congregated angels. “ And over they went !” continued the forester; “and I am sure I heard screaming to the last; and I know that only twenty-two bodies were found out of thirty-three that were on board. That I had a wonderful escape, I acknowledge.” “ You /—you/ Why, what lad you to do with the busi- ness ?” asked Gage. | : “What had I to do with the business!—you forget, my good sir, that I was away after the rest of my men.” “True, true—I had forgotten that part of the story; but you spoke of sails—I have always understood she was a steamer.” “She was; but carried two large sails as a matter of precau- tion. These were run up, when she was set fire to, and towed off into the stream, and they continued blazing and flying off in fragments and flashes, till she went over with a great leap into the gulf. But enough—umy story is ended—good-night.” “ One word, if you please, major. The boys want to know what became of Smith—TI can see it in their eyes.” “Of Smith, hey ?—ah, yes—to be sure! Well, the story ‘they told of him was, that he was adopted by the tribe to which Oonanee belonged by parentage—the Ottawas; and that after awhile he married that beautiful creature, whom he loved to distraction—so that he could not bear to have her seen by the white officers about, They say, too, that he took up with the Indian habits and garb, and spent all his time for several years hunting and fishing, till he had a daughter old enough to show that she would be even more beautiful than her mother, when they all disappeared together, and nothing comicbooks.com