A Tale of the Old Dahcotah Country.
BY MARO O. ROLFE,
Author of Pocket Novel No. 47, “The Man Hunter.”
NEW YORK.
BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS,
98 WILLIAM STREET.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by
FRANK STARR & CO.,
In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
The scene of our story is laid in the great North-west.
It was a bleak, windy day in November. The shrill blastswailed through the forest trees like the last despairing cry ofa lost spirit, and gust after gust beat and roared around thelittle log cabin standing so silent and lonely, half buried inthe midst of the Titanic oaks that spread their long branchesprotectingly over its low roof, and whose sturdy trunks environedit, seeming to keep silent and untiring guard over itsfour rough walls.
The scene within the cabin was in striking contrast withthe wild aspect without.
It was a rude but homelike place, and despite the chinkedwalls and rough furn