Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 42: what you’re looking at

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44 THE SAGAMORE OF SACO, hair is the pearly hue of the spirit-land, fair as the snowy mist when the evening siar nestles beside the young moon. Her eyes seek the stars, and like the eagle’s, penetrate the midday sun—she is -a waif from the spirit-land. Her own people would suhject her to toil, or to their foolish arts—they do not understand her. We see in her the gift of the Great Spirit—let us take her to worship.” This speech was received with approval, and many were the devices suggested to accomplish this object. The chief turned to Samoset. “Thy daughter is wise; she understands Wa-ain; let her be called.” At a signal, Acashee approached with her hands folded, and with humble, downcast eyes, for the threat of ber father had terrified her. She stood behind him in silence. “ Will it break the heart of Wa-ain to take her from her kind? Will she learn to forget them ?” Acashee shook her head. “Speak, my daughter,” said her futher. “ Wa-ain has no heart; she will forget all but one.” The chiefs exchanged significant glances. “ When that one is hidden from her eyes she will forget ; she hears in him the lost voices of the land Of perpetual spring. When he is gone, the voices now lost will come to her ear.” Acashee glanced furtively at her father, and then said: “Who will look to the comfort of Wa-ain?—who will spread the skins for her couch, and provide the fine food for her lips? She can not Jive like an Indian gir!.” “ The old chief will provide, my daughter,” answered Sa- moset, a grim smile crossing his features, for, proud as he was of his daughter, hg knew well the cruelty of her heart, and he would not trust Hope to her keeping. He continued: “ John Bonyton goes over the great water; he goes to fight in behalf of the great English father—we shall see him no more.” ' In spite of her Indian nerves, Acashee trembled and turned pale at this announcenient. - “ How shall we obtain the person of Wa-ain? Shall we Wait till John Bonyton is gone ?” she at length asked. COnmicrooks, conn = oe § a-“_-