Beadle's New Dime Novels, No. 49 — page 60: what you’re looking at

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64 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, the next instant the horrible spell was broken, and the serpent writhing in its death-agonies. _ “Oh, Egypt!” Mabe’ exclaimed, springing to her feet, “ you have saved my life again! How can I~” She did not finish the sentence, for, as the mist which steady gazing at the serpent had brought over ber eyes cleared away, she saw that it was a savage iustead of Egypt that had saved her life and stood before her. Poor, persecuted Mabel! Her heart had become so iso- lated by suffering that she did not cry out, nor even try to escape; but, lifting her eyes she gazed as steadily into those of the savage as she had a few moments before into the eyes of the serpent. A smile was upon his dusky face, but, such a smile Mabel never before saw on the face of an Indian. It was not a brutal, demoniac smile, but one of manly pride and admiration—such as might have lit up the face of some young lord of the Middle Ages after having won the hand of his “ladye faire” by some daring exploit. . The Indian was young, tall and majestic as the forest- oak, with flashing black eyes that were entirely free of that evil, cunning light peculiar to his race; and with features whose contour were strongly Anglo-Saxon. His dress gave evidence of his being a chief, or some other dignitary of his race. _“ Okaleah come jist in time,” he said, pointing to the writh- ing serpent. Mabel knew by his tone and general demeancr that, though an Indian, he had not a savage heart—that he seemed proud of his saving her life ; and, in return, she said, very kindly : “You saved my life, and I feel very grateful for it to you.” - Okaleah smiled and replied: _ “The young pale rose is very bezutiful, and Okaleah knows that Red Hand and his braves are searching everywhere for her with evil in their hearts. If they find her, she will suffer much, but if she will go with Okaleah, he will protect her with his life, for Okaleali isa brave chief, and hearkens not to Red Hand. Will the pale rose go, or wait to be dragged away by Red Hand, who is not fur away ?” _“ Bo, then, Red neta = ede Sere the - opium,” thought Mabel. erode, Conn a * _?* ts