Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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10 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, The island was a small circular spot in the center of the river, containing Jess than half an acre. It was covered with u dense growth of vegetation—principally willow and cotton wood bushes; and from the center a deep but narrow chan- nel of water opened on the lower side of the island, giving -a tuth yiew of the-broad river below, At tie head of the channel and near the center of the island a camp-fire was burning, and around it were seated four men, who, as their half-civilized and halfsavyage garb denoted, were hunters and trappers—those hardy men of the great North-west. Thede Thornpath, the eldest of the group, was a man of » perhaps five and forty years of age. He was a little above~ medium hight, erect, wiry and agile, with muscular limbs and well-knit frame; dark-gray eyes, that were expressive of the warmest friendship and deadliest hatred, and a well- defined head covered with long black hair, thickly penciled with gray. ‘> Frank Harwood, who claims our attention next, was a _ young man of not more than three and twenty, and in addi- tion to a fine form and handsome features, he bore the air of - intellectual culture and refinement, such as could only be at- tained in the society of civilization. Josiah Jenkins, the third person, was a long, lank indi- » vidual of some thirty years, with small gray eyes, light hair, and a few long white hairs upon his chin which Josiah sported with great pride as whiskers. There was an all-im- portant air about him that made him quite ludicrous to his friends and not very bearable by strangers. The fourth and last person, who answered to the ancient namé of Egypt, was a type of a different nationality, being ~an African, lack as midnight. He was not more than five and twenty, and in form he was a model of health, strength and activity. But Egypt was an eccentric boy, and possessed one great fuiling, if failing it might be called, and that was his undying love fora fiddle. No difference at what time or place—at home or in the forest, a fiddle either was ip his . bands, or strapped upon bis back in a baize bag. But for » all this, he was a brave and excellent bunter,a kind and CommicloOoks.comn