Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 25: what you’re looking at

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& JEALOUSY. 27 like a shadow over her own pathway, and knew that John Bonyton in the chase of the wild deer, and spearing salmon far up the Falls of the Saco, was often confronted by her rival, and was not unwilling to loiter in the presence of the bright, handsome savage, On the morning of the day when our story opens, when Hope was found quarreling so vehemently with her lover for having saved her from a long sleep under the sea, the two | girls, as was their wont, had met upon a point of land a few miles distant from the Pool, designing to follow the beautiful winding of the Saco up to the Falls, and watch the salmon, like golden ingots, “ shoot” the cataract. Standing upon this promontory, Hope’s dreamy eyes wan- dered over the landseape, drinking in its beauty, as her kins- man Raleigh might have done in one of his poetic moods, Acashee, on the contrary, practiced all the subtle arts of her nature, and all the coquetries of a wildwood beauty, to inter- est the heart of John Bonyton. Aroused at length from her reverie, Hope saw the flashing eyes of Bonyton resting ad- miringly, as she thought, upon her companion, With a wild impulse of undefined jealousy and rage, she threw aside her bow and arrows, and cast herself into the sea, . She was rescued, as we have seen, by the athletic youth, greatly to the discomfiture of the impulsive child. Severe und biting reproaches were exclianged subsequently between the two girls, in which the red maiden betrayed a readiness wud spirit as unexpecied as it was fearful. Hope was not lacking in her vocabulary of spleen, and she turned her head scoffingly, crying : “ You are a long-legged, big, black-bocied spider, and that is what your name means.” Acashee darted forward, seizing her by the wrist; she bent down and looked fiercely into her eyes; grinding ‘ion teeth, she hissed with the rage and yenom of the serpent, into the ears of Hope: . “Iam aspider! I weave a strong web. I will snare in sete fly. Go to, you had a friend; now you have a . And dashing the hand from her grasp, she plunged into the forest. conmichbooks.comn 4