Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 94: what you’re looking at

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“en 96 na LITTLE MOCCASIN, very knife which flew from his hand as he fell forward on his face, before the unrelenting shape that sprung upon him ; and the next minute, lo! it was buried in the breast of his dread adversary, up to the hilt! One gasp—one howl of anguish and wrath—and the giant savage half rose with an exertion of preternatural strength, like another Philip of Mount Hope in his great agony—fell buck, rolled over, and’ lay quivering in death. Although that blow was given by Gage with his left hand, no second blow was needed. The eyes of the dying man were so terri- ble, and the gush of blood so plentiful and sickening, that poor Gage, while staggering away toward the rifle he had left so carelessly out of reach, fainted and fell, and lay there outstretched, like a dead man frozen stiff, with the knife he had clutched still dripping blood. ~ | : a, ye Senge PETER SMITH. Arrrr many days, Gage found himself upon a bed of ce- dar branches, in a strange camp. He had passed through a long, terrible dream, in which he had been upon trial for his life, with a jury of skeletons—and then he had found him- self trying to hold back Little Moccasin from the edge of a crumbling precipice, with white surges rolling and tumbling hundreds of feet below ; and then he was engaged in a death- struggle, first with the Mohawk chief, and thén with a grizzly bear. : 5 Low whispering was about him, and the hand which hung over the edge of his bed was wet, and he felt, or thought he felt before he ventured to take a peep, the pressure of warm young lips upon it, more than once. After listening awhile with shut eyes and bated breath, he managed, by a slight change of position, to get a glimpse of two women sitting near—one tall and stately, and the other quite young, with her head bowed over his hand, which she connicloooks. com