Summary

Samuel Fletcher Fire Cloud; Or, The Mysterious Cave…

A perfect stillness reigned in the cave, broken only by the rather heavy breathing of the Indian woman who slept soundly.
Suddenly she heard, or thought she heard a slight grating noise at the further side of the cavern.
Can she be dreaming? or can her eyes deceive her? or does she actually see the wall of the cavern parting? Such actually seems to be the case, and from the opening out steps a figure dressed like an Indian, and bearing in his hand a blazing torch.
Hellena's tongue cleaves to the roof of her mouth, and her limbs are paralyzed with terror. She cannot move if she dare.
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Samuel Fletcher Fire Cloud; Or, The Mysterious Cave…

Can no one favor us with a song, or toast or a yarn?"
Hardly had these words passed the lips of the captain, when the piteous moan which had so startled the pirates, on the previous evening again saluted them, but in a more suppressed tone of voice. The last faint murmurs of this moan had not yet died away, when a shout, or rather a yell like an Indian war whoop, rang through the cavern in a voice that made the very walls tremble, its thousand echoes rolling away like distant thunder.
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Samuel Fletcher Fire Cloud; Or, The Mysterious Cave…

The clock which the pirates had hung in the cave, struck twelve, when Hellena started from her slumber with a suppressed cry, for the figure she had seen in the vision many nights ago, stood bending over her! But now it looked more like a being of real flesh and blood, than a spectre. And when it spoke to her, saying, "has the little paleface maiden forgotten; no, no!" she recognized in the intruder, her old friend the Indian chief, Fire Cloud.
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