Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 33: what you’re looking at

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& A RISING CLOUD. 85 sprung therein. Her companion could do no less than fol- low, and they were soon sailing down the harbor, the little - boat careening beavily. “Is she not a perfect little Puck, as our Indians call the wood-fairies ?” said Mistress Vines. _“ True, most true, sweetheart; but a fearful cloud, I fear, is gathering over our house. Say not a word, my brave wite, but we must go home. I hear that which chills me to the heart. Poor, dear, innocent littie Hope! Ah! dame, when we hear of tortures inflicted upon others, we hardly realize their import till those we love are threatened therewith.” “They would not dare to touch a hair of her precious head,” responded Mistress Vines, - “Indeed, they would, sweetheart ; but we will leave them before their plans are matured ; and first, we must send this _ headstrong boy abroad. He stays only to his and our ruin. Use that silvery tongue of thine, dame, to urge his departure.” “Ah! I see it all—we must abandon this dear Paradise of ours, whére we have been so happy, and where our ebil- dren were born, and go toa new land once more, and to a new people. Oh! my husband, my heart misgives me.” And she folded her two hands upon his shoulder, and bow- ed her head thereon, with a burst of tears. | CHAPTER VII. A FAMILY CONCLAVE. Mistress Bonyton sat with her daughters, busy with knit- ting-work and sewing, when Dame Higgins entered, with work in hand, to pass an hour in neighborly chat. Hardly were they seated, when in the distance were seen John Bonyton und Hope Vines casting their hooks into the sea, fishing; for from the point of rocks on which they stood, many a fine bass had been brought ashore. Dame Higgins eyed Mistress Bonyton sharply; she was making a net, and as she drew the mesh home, the strong ' . comichbooks.com ¥ ae = Ae 3 PY