Beadle's Dime Novels No. 97: The Doomed Hunter — page 98: what you’re looking at

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née rope we brought out tew hang the h, ¢ alkilate we'd better use it now we've ome) e | The rope was prepared quite as quickly as it had once been for Ralph, and this time there was no reprieve. The quivering form was strung up, and hung dangling in the air. For some moments the contortions were fearful. Then a tender-hearted executioner raised his rifle, and by a well di- rected shot terminated the struggle. The soul of the base and cunning red-skin had fled the earthly tenement forever, — “ See here, Ralph,” said the same tall backwoodsman who had previously urged the execution of Elk’s Foot, “I was wrong all the time—lI want tew ax yer pardin for what I done ag’in ye; Isw’ar, I tho’t ’twar’ all right !” “ And so with me.” “ And me.” - Thus one and another urged, and readily the hunter for- - gave them all, shaking the hand of each as it was extended, Then a procession was formed, and with Ralph and. “Nancy in the center they reached the little village of Forest Valley just at dark. Of course, every one was pleased at the return of Nancy, and thankful to find that their suspicions of Ralph’s guilt had bien aes But for the dark cloud of sorrow _ which rest over their village, a merrymaking would have been the form i in which to express their pleasure. Now, how- eVéry'they gathered in little groups, and discussed the matter, — vieing th™each other in acts of kindness and a pen. or to the sorrowing. And now our story must end, much as all good stories should end. Trae’ 0 re amc honor were as and Nancy ondtiee’ in the holiest ar That they lived happy and prospé ous We have van evi- dence from the records of the times.” THE END.