Pulp Fiction, 1884 · page 32 of 100
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Ts ee ae Comicbooks.com 86 THE PHANTOM CHIEF. : cliff, and there winding through a rich bottom, and at short intervals breaking away to wander among islan|s richly covered with the brightest herbage—cannoi fail to fix the attention. Sometimes the hills are broken by deep glens, apparently untrodden by human foot, through which the pure waters of a rivulet or creck come playing into the river. Teeming alluvious, where the hills sweep far in- land, alternate with towering binffs at the water edge, and everywhere the foliage is of the most happy mingling. The islands, mostly wooded, and draperied with wild vines, seemed to Marie to spring up by magic as the boat turned the bends of the river. locks of ducks and geese, alarmed by the splashing of the ours, rustled fram the bright element on which they were floating, and sailed away to find a more secure resting-place; and from time to time the spring of a startled deer drew from her excla- mations of delight as he gracefully lerped up a rocky bank, or fled into the cover of the forest. The mild tem- perature of the atmosphere—the clear bine of the sky—the sunlight which played upon tie fresh green of spring time—completed the enchantment of the prospect, which amply justified the name of *‘ beautifal river"? (Ohio) given to it by the Iroquois. The day closed without any further interruption of the quiet of the party. After the evening meal, Colonel Vie- tor spent an hour in conversation with his niece upon the home to which she was going, and in retrospect of the virtues of her deceased mother. Deprived of her within a sliort period, Marie was keenly sensitive to the subject of her death; and when her uncle left her to overlook the arrangements for the night, she guve herself up to the most tender images. Ensily affeeted by external thinea, she was often led into gaiety of spirit; but at times like this, her heart was oppressed with the idea of ber loss, wid her tears flowed freely to the memory of ber departed - oe Raciiiad day glided by, during which the travelers through the well-known Long Reach, and saw the piouth of Muskingum, or Elk’s Eye, as the name imports, —