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26 THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. deep sentiment of the love he bore her—*TI rejoice, deeply rejoice, for old England is verging upon critical times; and even here, men and women are not quite safe from evil tongues - and evil designs!’ - He drew her nearer to his breast as he said this, for there were surmises and rumors which he did not name to his - lovely wife. It was evident to both parents that Hope must be left to her own existence, and suffered to enjoy it in her own way ; nor was this by any means a limited or degraded one. Her exquisite organization, her perfect health and vivid vitality, were combined with a degree of hardy activity astonishing in one so delicately made, As a child, the Indians had treated Hope with a deference and tenderness that implied a doubt whether a creature so fair and diminutive could master the rude encounters of life ; but as she grew in years, and they saw her small feet so ac- tive, and her tiny wrath so ready to wreak itself, their admi- ration knew no bounds. They delighted to become her in- structors in all wildwood games and primitive exploiis, and so apt a pupil did they find her that she seemed to their sim- ple observation a prodigy of cleverness rather than one whose mental organization was a subject of doubt or anxiety. She was expert at the bow and arrow, could swim like a duck, and come out of the water and shake the drops from her long hair without that shrunken, sowsed-over look so com- mon to women who breast the waters. She was fond of the Indian mode of dress, rarely being willing to conform to the usages prevalent at the time. She was fond of all ornaments that left her movements unimpeded, but refused the use of braid, bodkin, or fillet to curb the redundancy of her locks. None of these things were lost upon the artful Acashee, who, in turn, teased or flattered Hope, as might best subserve the great purpose of her life, which was to separate her from Johu Bonyton, for whom she had conceived a passion the more profound for the obstacles which promised to defeat its Hope was well aware of the arts of the girl; but she liked her bold, fearless ways, and her untiring activity. With senses as keen as those of the young savage, she detected her hanging - comiclooOoks.conn