Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 38: what you’re looking at

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40 THER DOOMED HUNTER. the hut which contained him, since it could hardly have been stronger if built for a prison. The only outlet through which a man could pass was the door, and that was effectually fast- ened upon the outside. While he was engaged in pacing back and forth, reflecting, or endeayoring to reflect upon the strange situation in which he was placed, the fastenings of the door were removed, and Elk’s Foot stepped into the room, bearing a quantity of food. Ralph’s first impression was to throw himself upon the In- dian as he opened the door, and burst forth; but the very thought of it was so unreasonable that he refrained, and wel- comed the savage heir to a half tribe with something like a smile. The Indian noticed this, and a glow of unmistakable pleasure mantled his features. Placing the food upon the block, as he had done previously, the savage pointed toyiand it, saying : “Bat. Mecome back pretty soon with Sleeping Fawn.” As he thus spoke the uncivilized match-maker retreated, and the sound of his footsteps soon died away along the street. The fact that. he was to be visited by the damsel whose affections he had so unwittingly captivated, did not tend to restore Ralph’s equanimity. But, as there was no assistance, he concluded to act the. wiser part, and attacked the viands with commendable zeal. His appetite was satisfied, and nearly. én hour had passed without bringing the expected visitors. How to meet them, was a question which he could not contemplate with satisfae- tion. Of one thing he felt sure. Time must be ene, if possible. At length footsteps sounded without, and neared the door. His heart beat somewhat irregularly at the thought of the trial at hand. But, nerving himself with an effort he awaited their coming. Elk’s foot entered first, and when he was within the apart- ment a female figure glided in. For some moments the par- ties stood regarding each other in silence. Then Sleeping _ Fawn whispered to her brother in the language of the tribe, which was entirely strange to Ralph. =. Re * ConniclooolkSacolin