Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 13: what you’re looking at

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AN OMEN. 15 A frank, impulsive man, he gave and inspired confidence ; brave himself, he repelled the aggressor, simply by the force of his presence. Justand kind in all his dealings with them, the Indians came and went about his premises exciting no fear, and conscious of no distrust. Besides the castle of Sir Richard, there sprung up imme- diately about it, theless pretentious houses of his followers, and cabins constructed by occasional traders, to say nothing of the bark wigwams of the Indians, which clustered here and there near the river, the friendly owners of which gave the adventurers many a lesson in hunting the wild denizens of the forest, or spearing and netting the treasures of the water. Mistress Joanna was an intrepid as well as handsome dame, who entered warmly into all the pursuits of her husband, while at the same time she hada certain self-distrust, most winning and lovely in a woman who finds herself allied to a wise, protective husband, whose authority she is proud to accept with wifely tenderness, and womanly We must now describe an incident which occurred toward the close of the year 1618, which is too intimately associated with the character of our heroine to be passed by in silence. It was a gusty, raw twilight near the end of October. A fall of rain, with now and then a “spit of snow,” had made a gloomy day in that cold region; the gorgeous autumnal trees were fast scattering their rainbow baldrick to the earth, and the summer birds, long away upon their pilgrimage to sunnier skies, were replaced only by the little snow-birds, which pecked about the piazza, darted from branch to branch of the denuded trees, content and joyous in themselves at a time when nature isa very niggard of her favors. A ship was hourly expected from England, and recent intelligence of a more favorable view taken by the court of the case of Sir Walter Raleigh, (who had been inprisoned in the Tower of London,) had awakened not only a hope of his release, but even a hope that the ship might bring him out to the home so affectionately provided for him by his brother- in-law. So strongly had this hope wrought upon the mind of Mistress Vines, that she had even caused fires to be built in the “ Raleigh rooms,” and had bung evergreens and ruby pomieboeks:com