Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 39: what you’re looking at

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e A MAIDEN’s WOOING, 41 “Think of John Bonyton.” “J like it not, Acashee. I like it not. Thou art beautiful —thou art bright, and full of power. Go seck a chief of thy tribe best worthy of thee, and pursue me no more.” “T sm beautiful, John Bonyton. Fresh, and strong, and straight as the mountain-ash. Iam fit to mother heroes, John Bonyton, and you turn from me to love a girl small as the rabbit compared with the panther.” She approached him; she laid her slender wrist upon his arm, and looked into his face with her dark eyes, that had a serpent fascination in them, while her parted coral lips showed the small white tecth, and gave an indescribable seductiveness to her person. . Jolin Bonyton shook off her hand sternly. “Go, Acashee. It is not becoming the daughter of a great chief to seek the love of the white man.” And he turned away. Acashee’s face flushed with rage, but she did not follow him. In a low, soft voice she called: “Come back, John Bonyton, I have something of which to speak.” He returned, and again she laid her slender wrist upon his arm, and he could feel the pulse leap in its little round. “ Bethink thee, John Bonyton, thy people contemn thee ; Sir Richard Vines will not give thee his danghter, or if he did, the Great Spirit will not suffer Hope Vines to wed !” “ What mean you ?” “She is set apart; she is a diviner of secrets, a prophet of the future. Such are reserved for fhe good of the people.” Bonyton laughed with scorn, and replied ; “You speak your wish, Acashee. Hope shall yet be my wife. Go, and jet us meet no more.” . The girl ground her teeth with rage as she saw him ready to leave her, but she resumed, with a soft voice and seductive Smile, detaining him gently by the hand. . “ Come to our people, Jobn Bonyton ; come, and be a great chief, aud command « thousand warriors; come, and all the tribes of the east will bow down to the great chief, who has married the wisest and most beautiful woman of the red-men, Come, and Acashee will deck your wigwam ; she who is proud COMICHOOKSIEOML »" F