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The Lost Hunter - A Tale of Early Times by John Turvill Adams
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race, he glided into her hut, just before the setting of the sun, he
had chased the traces of passion from his brow, and met her with a
calm and satisfied mien. So perfect was the dissimulation that even
one less guileless than the woman would have been deceived. In the
present case, the preoccupation of her mind in Holden's favor made it
easier.

"My brother," she said, with a pleased expression, as she caught sight
of his altered appearance, "is like the sky in summer when not a cloud
is to be seen."

"The cloud has left the sky of Ohquamehud."

This was said with a natural and easy air, as if all suspicion were
banished from his mind; nor was the subject further adverted to.

The time at which the children of nature retire to rest, is not that
observed by the artificially-cultivated man. For them, the hours of
light and darkness mark out the periods for action and repose. It was
then still early in the evening, when a heavy breathing in the hut of
PeƩna indicated the sleep of its inmates. Ohquamehud had listened
for it, and having waited until the breathing became deep and full to
assure him of the profoundness of the slumber, he sat up on his couch
and looked cautiously around. The brands were smouldering in the
ashes with a dim flickering light, but sufficient to direct and give
certainty to his movements. With a step so noiseless that the acutest
ear would not have detected it, he crossed the floor, took his rifle
from the corner where it had been placed, with equal caution opened
the door, and stood in the open air.

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