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LS THE FIRST GLIMPSE. 93 watching her, with a look of wonder and triamph—though his broad chest heaved in the firelight, and his gloomy eyes were burning with inward fire. And now, for the first time, poor Gage had a good look at her, and as he and Fletcher interchanged a glance of admira- tion, it was evident erlough that both had arrived at the same conclusion. Slender and lithe, her black hair flowing loose over a richly-embroidered blanket, with a tunic of crimson cloth, highly ornamented, underneath, and a necklace of what seemed to be large, heavy gold-beads hanging low upon her bosom—and glittering bracelets upon her arms, the beautiful creature, with her large, melancholy eyes, and finely-cut mouth and voluptuous lips—had the appearance of something orient- al and visionary. Two of the party were preparing the litter, while a fourth, a great, bull-headed, lubberly fellow, apemned Ke) be getting the traps together. - CHA : ER UX. THE ONSET, - GacE began to grow impatient, and he played nervously with the hilt of his hunting-knife; and even Fletcher could hardly bear the suspense, but kept fingering»the lock of his* rifle, as they both lay upon their faces, with eyes fixed upon their prey, and waiting for the signal. After awhile they were startled by a strange sound afar off, like the rasping of wood, or the browsing of some huge iGiimnal “What is it? asked Gage with his eyes. “ Moose,” answered. Fletcher, not by words, but by breath- ing, ce Ab ? Just then, as from the hollow depth of the woods, a great way off, they heard a prolonged melancholy sound, like 00-00- oo! something between a subdued bellow and a trumpet wail. “Ueh !” grunted the Mohawk chief, snatching up his rifle, and rushing out, followed by two of his companions, and shen. after a few moments, by the third. * Gage sprung to his fect, and prepared for the onset, while comicbooks.con