Beadle's New Dime Novels: The Specter Chief — page 17: what you’re looking at

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/ THE PHANTOM CHIEF. 21 ness of her full hazel eye, her well turned figure, and the sprightly grace of her movements, were fitted to obtain for her, in any situation, an admiration qnite equal to that with which the surveyor was at this moment contemplating her from his position at the other side of the boat. **See, uncle, how gracefully the vines hang on that is- Jand—they must be very beautiful when in full leaf—and that tall sycamore on the bank of the river—how it over- looks the poor [little trees near it. I would so like to see the forests along our route with the dense foliage of sum- mer! And yet, uncle,” continue the speaker, a shade of seriousness clouding her bright face, ‘‘if there should be any Indians, would it not be better for us to have the least possible cover for them ?”’ “*My dear Marie,” said the Colonel, stooping to kiss the forehead of his.niece, while he gently laid -his hand upon her head, “do not allow your enjoyment of this fine river to be checked by idle fancies of Indian plots. Be as- sured that I would not heedlessly risk one of these pre- cious. hairs. The inquiries of our friend, Mr. Butler, whose care you have already proved, will enable us to determine finally, to-night; whether or not your voyage promises to be secure. If any new motive appears, we can return to Pitt, and find a bettcr course for you," **Thank you, dear uneie! I know your kindness will do everything that is necessary.” “‘Horra!” shouted one of the men forward; ‘‘there she is, high and dry!” This exclamation drew the attention of all in the direc- tion of the sound, and enabled them to see, at no great distance, through intervening branches, the thatched roof of a small log hut, The strokes of the long oars became more animated—a border sang broke from the lips of one of the party—another and anather suceeeded, and a chorus was still ringing from the hills, when, after the lapse of some thirty munutes, the haat struck the landing-place at -— COMIGCHOOKS COL)