The Forest Monster; or, Lamora, the Maid of the Canon. Edward Sylvester Ellis

      THE FOREST MONSTER.

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      ROMANCE OF THE WOODS AND LAKES!

      A most charming story of wildwood life is

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      A ROMANCE OF THE LAKES AND WOODS.

      BY W. J. HAMILTON,

       Author of “The Giant Chief,” “The Silent Slayer,” etc.

      The interest which centers around the early years of settlement, when what is now the lovely region of Central New York was a wilderness of woods, streams, lakes, cataracts and rugged hills, is perennial; and in the fierce Iroquois, the dreaded Six Nations, the half savage white ranger, the colonial trooper, the resolute settler, the true forest women, the romance writer finds almost exhaustless material for the construction of his historic stories. Of the writers in this field of fiction Mr. Hamilton is well known as a master. He gives such pictures of forest life, such clear-cut portraits of forest men, as render his creations intensely interesting and attractive.

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THE

       FOREST MONSTER;

       OR,

       LAMORA, THE MAID OF THE CANON.

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      A ROMANCE OF THE FAR WEST.

      BY CHAS. E. LASALLE,

       Author of “Burt Bunker, Trapper,” “The Green Ranger,” “Buffalo Trapper,” etc.

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      THE

       FOREST MONSTER.

CHAPTER I.

       THE MYSTERIOUS RESCUE.

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      The wind was howling over the prairie, with a sharp, penetrating power, while a few feathery flashes eddying through the air, showed that although it was the season of spring, yet in this elevated region of the Far West, there was scarcely the first premonition of its breath.

      The night was closing in, and the vast peaks of the Black Hills, that had loomed up white and grand in the distance, were gradually fading from view until they merged into the thickly gathering gloom, while the blasts that whirled the snow in blinding drifts about their tops, came moaning and sweeping over the bleak prairie, as if searching for some one to inclose in its icy grasp, and to strangle out of life.

      Now and then the desolate howl of the mountain wolf, came borne on the wind, adding to the gloomy desolation of the scene, while the dark, swarming multitude of buffaloes hurried over the frozen ground, as if fearful of being caught in the chilling blast. It was a bad night to be lost upon the prairie.

      Is there no one abroad to-night?

      From the grove of hardy cottonwood yonder, a starlike point of light suddenly flashes out upon the night. Surely that is the light of some hunter’s camp-fire.

      A party of emigrants have halted for the night, and this is the first camp-fire that has been started, for it is not only cold, but there is cooking to be done, and a fire is indispensable.

      The emigrant party numbers some twenty men, a half-dozen women, and about double that number of children. They are on their way to Oregon, and have penetrated thus far without encountering any obstacle worth noting,