The Pathfinder

Chapter 24

Then drink my tears, while yet they fall --

Would that my bosom's blood were balm;

And -- well thou knowest -- I'd shed it all,

To give thy brow one minute's calm.

MOORE.

The eyes of Sergeant Dunham had not ceased to follow the form of

his beautiful daughter from the moment that the light appeared.

He next examined the door of the block, to ascertain its security;

for he was left on the ground below, there being no available

means of raising him to the upper floor. Then he sought the face

of Mabel; for as life wanes fast the affections resume their force,

and we begin to value that most which we feel we are about to lose

for ever.

"God be praised, my child! you, at least, have escaped their murderous

rifles," he said; for he spoke with strength, and seemingly with

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