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THE WRONG MAN, CHAPTER I. THE PEDDLER AND THE HUNTER. The stag who ho His foe was lost, now once more hears astunn'’d "Bhe dreadful din. He shivers, every limb: He Penterta. he bounds, and plunges in the flood Precipitant. The gliding waters leave ; No trace behind.—SoMeRvi._e. Tae period at which our story opens is a few years subse- - ajiemt to the great tide of emigration which had commenced into the West. Numbers of enterprising and hard urers had already taken up their abode among the hills Valleys of Ohio. As yet, however, this addition to the seaentalich had not produced any marked change in ~~ the appearance of the country. A clearing here and Z there, on the pe of the ye and, at wide spon” an _ embryo town springing up in orest, weie the y indica- ‘ pee seee this ldo wos solting toward that region. For man may s was th h an unbroken w —- like a swallow over its surface; the profound still- se ness of the solemn, primeval forest was only broken by the - occasional howl of some of its denizens, Otherwise it seemed _ “silent since the birth of time.” rohee san rose bright and beautiful on the autumn morning d 9on which our narrative opens. AS the. mist rolled away from see SOR NNEAIM:. a BEDE oS aaryoeeing wrendinchehe _ Through a valley of wonderful fertility lid a broad and eee eueem, She giaery er taor of Which reflected surrounding objec ean of a mirror. A graceful sweep i, hapugys itin sight round a P| point of the C > shore; asain r flowing smoothly along for the 00 ya Fe {two oF ares miles, the rospect was in closed pared, soins in a curve of the land, that it nner See eee a of the river the appearance of a lake. grove of shrub- bov Cepek <p of the here and there a pawpaw-tree tei ee %