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Portrait of Gustave Aimard Gustave Aimard The Trail-Hunter: A Tale of the Far West

The squatter passed his hard hand over his dank brow. A sigh, like a howl, painfully forced its way from his oppressed chest.
"He was my last born," he said, in a voice broken by an emotion he could not control. "He deserved death, but he ought not to have received it at his brother's hands."
"Father!" Nathan muttered.
"Silence!" Red Cedar shouted, in a hollow voice, as he stamped his foot passionately on the ground; "What is done cannot be undone; but woe to my enemies' family! Oh! I feel now that I can take such vengeance on them as will make all shudder who hear it spoken of!"
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Portrait of Gustave Aimard Gustave Aimard The Trail-Hunter: A Tale of the Far West

Don Miguel exclaimed, struck with fear and respect at the sight.
"Does not man," Valentine answered, "feel very small and miserable before these sublime creations of nature, which God has scattered here as if in sport? Oh, my friend! It is only in the desert that we understand the grandeur and infinite omnipotence of the Supreme Being; for at every step man finds himself face to face with Him who placed him on this earth, and traces the mark of His mighty finger engraved in an indelible manner on everything that presents itself to his sight."
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Portrait of Gustave Aimard Gustave Aimard The Trail-Hunter: A Tale of the Far West

The chief is leaving friends who love him."
"Eagle-wing knows it: he will remember," the chief said with a deep intonation.
And, after pressing the hands the two hunters held out to him, he bounded on his horse, and soon disappeared in the windings of the cañon.
Valentine watched his departure with a sad and melancholy look.
"Shall I ever see him again!" he murmured. "He is an Indian: he is following his vengeance. It is his nature: he obeys it, and God will judge him. Every man must obey his destiny."
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