In this dilemma he concluded to try the hills, and leave the level ground on which they had so long been struggling. ... hunting knife, as it hung at his side, jerking the blade so violently against it, as to make him think for a moment that he was wounded. ... when the Indians, with a tremendous yalt; 11, abandoned the chase. ... Fleehart still kept on the borders, and was finally killed in some petty quarrel with his natural foes, the red men of the forest . .... That of the beard was a redder brown.
|Title||:||The Literary Journal, and Weekly Register of Science and the Arts|
|Author||:||Albert Gorton Greene|