Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE DOOMED HUNTER. CHAPTER TI. THE FUR DEALER AND THE HUNTER. Iv is no extraordinary circumstance in the history of our Western civilization that a howling wilderness—the abode on- ly of wild animals and wilder savages—becomes transformed, in a few years, to asmiling agricultural district, with popu- lous towns and villages, The broad, fertile fields, rich in their harvest wealth, present little to mark the scene over which» _ white men and savages fought in relentless warfare, during the incipience of those settlements. Occasionally it may be said of a certain locality that a pitched battle occurred in that spot, or some noted personage was slain thereabouts. But, the strategy, the struggles, the daring which wrested those lands from the sullen Indian, and held them against the wiles of his power, those are passed over and forgotten. — ‘ The railroad which to-day passes through the thriving town of — C—, in Ohio, crosses a small creek some little distance be- fore reaching the village, Leaving the railroad at this point, and dropping every modern association of the place, let us go — back to the time of the first settlers. It is not very many years—precisely how many is no matter of especial interest. Suffice it’to say that at that time the primeval forests still lined the banks of Silver Run, as the little stream had been named by the first settlers, : . Then, as now, its waters ran in crystal pureness, murmuring lovingly as they hastened on to join the larger stream, and in turn to be emptied into the broad Ohio. Native verdure in rich luxuriance lined the water-course, and animal and insect life abounded in profusion. Here a gallant body of pioneers had halted, struck by the beauty of the scenery, the abundance of game, and an unusually © COMME IOOKSsCOI anh > — fy