Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 47: what you’re looking at

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THE PERILS OF THE PRAIRIE. 61 Wringing her hands in an agony of despair, the maiden Moved on—where she knew not, her mind was so confused but, at last, overcome with sheer exhaustion, she sunk down at the foot of a tree and fell into a refreshing slumber. CHAPTER VIII. IN THE BLACK SWAMP, Tuepe THORNPATH was in all his element when upon the trail, and when he and Frank Harwood took up that of Red Hand, he seemed to glide alobg as if impelled by some sécret Power, so eusy and swifily did he move. Where Frank Could see no sign of a footprint, the old Trailer would make Some remark about its plainness and the carelessuess of the Savages in leaving it so. His knowledge of the trail was a Practical knowledge, guined by long experience and the very Closest observation. He could tell where a leaf ora twig, lying upon the ground amid myriads of others, had been dis- Placed by another agency than that of the wind, and he could _ ®asily tell by what that leaf or twig had been disturbed, whe- ther by beast, bird or human. In fact it often had been Temarked by his fellow-huuters, that, when no “signs” were . Visible by whicli to trail an Indian, Thornpath could follow m by scent! Frank found it difficult to keep pace with the veteran Trailer upon this occasion, when, upon other occasions, the Young hunter had flattered himself that he could distance this man of the wilderness two to one; but now he had Feason to change his mind. As they neared the great prairie before tem, Thornpath ree depaahae a halt, and, with a perplexed look upon his said: “T tell you, boy, we're going to hey some trubble, fast you know.” _ “What with, Thede ?”’ asked Frank. a : Comichooks:com| oot SS ete ee eee ee ; en Ie we. ‘> %