Beadle's New Dime Novels: The Specter Chief — page 87: what you’re looking at

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THE PHANTOM CHIEF. 91 Fland tn hand they entered the gate, and we hesitate not to say that the pleasure of Marie at her delivetance was in no small degree subdued by the thought of parting with her kind friend. Nor was she alone in tlils respect. The reluctance of many women of the tribe to leave their late captives was evinced in the aff-ctionate manner with which they hung about them until the Iast moment, and in the sincerity with which their good will was returned. When all the prisoners had reached Camp Charlotte, they were, at an hour fixed by the General, assembled at his marquee. Then ensued # scene which softened the most rugged of spectators. There were fathers and mo- thers recognizing and clusping their children—wives em- bracing their husbands after a Jon@ separation—brothers and sisters of all ages—some of whom, trained to the lan- guage of their various captors, were unable te speak intel- ligibly to each other. There were some whvu hurriedly sought—alas{ in vain '!—their relatives amongst the res- cued group; and the contrast of the grief and horror of these, as they learne.! the worst, with the frartic delight of their more fortunate companions, gave 4 wild excite- ment to the spectacle, which long haunted the memory of the bystanders. There were in this assembly two who * have hitherto claimed our sympathy; and whose transport at meeting was certainly not inferior to that of any in camp. Throwing herself into the arms of Fenton, Marie wept and Jaughed by turns, and the surveyor, almost beside himself, hung over her in speechless joy. Bat we will not attempt to describe 4 reunion which the reader is bet- ter prepared to conceive than we are to give it expression. “Phe little groups, into which the larger one was soon broken, continued until late to hold precious converse; and when they retired to their repose at nicht, it was with hearts penetrated with a lively sense of gratitude for this seeming interposition of Providene> in their behalf. ‘The morrow’s sun was casting his first rays upon the eamp when Maurie issued frou ber tent, and walked to one . mio of the enclosure wacre Feu.oa wa: alfeauy in wailing, a Comicbooks.com ™