Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 32: what you’re looking at

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84 THE SAGAMORE OF 8ACO. ‘ he with his dark, flashing eyes and curling hair, athletic, and yet light and flexible as a young mountain sapling, armed with pouch and gun, and followed by a brace of hounds, his invariable companions, and the pretty Hope in her short, crimson-velvyet frock, revealing feet arched, elastic and small, even for her diminutive figure, and molding the pointed shoe by its firm pressure. A light velvet cap surmounted her head, and bracelets of gems and strings of wampum inter- mingled upon her arms and girdle. Over these hung her abundant hair, like a silvery vail—rippling, wavy, and crisp- ing into curls about her temples. She @enerally carried a bow and arrow in her hands, and was nothing loth to bring down a bird or arrest the flight of a rabbit in her pathway. She was self-willed, like her companion ; but while he was gentle always in her presence, she was capricious and always imperious, not scrupling to assert her claims with a high toss of her pretty head, and a stamp of the little foot. Full of health, and naturally courageous, danger rather allured than repelled her; living mostly in the open air, she was as clear of eye and firm of foot as a young stag. Hope neither felt nor affected timidity in roaming the stormy sea-coast or climbing the wildest rocky crags. Her foot as readily and instinctively leaped, unaided, the blackest chasms, the rudest headlands, and the rockie@t cliffs, as did that of her companion, and she walked onward, after achieving these feats, without comment or exultation. In sailing ovér the Pool, or along the sea, John Bonyton gave her the rudder to steer as a matter of course, and if the - wind were high,so they had recourse to the oar, Hope as- sumed one in the same manner. Sir Richard's family were standing upon the piazza, watch- ing the movements of Hope, who siood upon a slip of rock extending seaward, with oar in hand, and her hair tied in a knot under her chin. She had evidently determined upon a row to one of the islands in the distance, to which her com- ~ panion objected, pointing to the masses of dark cloud roll- ing up from the sea, and the already dark purple hue of the waves in the lurid light of the gathering storm. Mrs. Vines laughed as Hope gesticulated rapidly, and seiz- - ing the rope which held the boat, drew it in to land, and Cconmiclooolkks.conn