Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 58: what you’re looking at

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60 LITTLE MOCCASIN. observed, he plunged into a deep ravine, the mouth of mbich seemed partially concealed by shrubbery. More and more astonished, the captain quickened his steps, and soon caught sight of the strange man, a little way off, standing on a heap of rocks and rubbish, and looking about as if to verify the landmarks before he ventured further. A long, low whistle next engaged the attention of Gage, and ‘then there was another, and the Old Forester changed his position, and stood as if listening. But no answer came. The signal was repeated, but louder and longer; and ‘then followed the answer—and lo! up out of the sheltering depths of the ravine, and over all the wreck and rubbish, left by flood and fire, and earthquake and storm—wp, as if conjured into life by that mysterious whistle, sprung a young Indian girl—a child in appearance, though tall and slender—with a rifle in her hand, a fur cap and a fur mantle, and her long hair flying loose. With a joyful ery—the cry of a happy child—she rushed into the arms of the Old Forester, and hid her face in his bosom, while he caught both her hands in his, and held them to his hea ,a 1d set his lips to her forehead, with a passionate fervor W ch provoked Gage beyond all en- durance. Another moment igiarinay had vanished—both of them— as if the earth had opened snd swallow. ed. them—vanished like shadows. The captain was at first inclined to follow ; btit being out of temper with himself, and with everybody” else, he took a little further time for consideration, and at last cohitented him- self with creeping as near as he bduld to the spot where he had seen them last, without the risk of being discovered and set upon—or way laid on his return. But there were no signs, no sounds—nothing but the low, solemn whispering of the pines, and the rattling icicles in the rising wind, with now and then’the fall of some huge tree in the depths of the for- est gloom, or the breaking of an overloaded branch, the size of your body, perhaps. Far from being satisfied, ahd more and more determined to get at the bottom of the mystery, but -in some other way, Gage turned, not to retrace his steps, for that would have taken hith long miles out of ‘his true course, but to get back - - . Connicloookxs.conn