Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 46: what you’re looking at

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«48 THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. by music peculiar to themselves, but not unlike that of the castinet. The group divided right and Jeft, and a phantom of beaufy bounded forward into the center of the lawn. She was habited in a soft, white dress composed ef wool, reaching little below the knee. It was ample in fold and gathered loosely at the waist by a girdle of wampum. The edge of the robe was ornamented with a fringe of purple shells, which tinkled at the slightest movement, and the round, uncovered arms, and the ankles cased in silken hose, were de- corated with circlets of thesame shells. The top of the moc- casin was fringed like the robe. Masses of hair were folded in braids around the small, faultlessly-shaped head, surmount- ed by a tuft of feathers from the wing of the black eagle. The fair vision raised her arms in concord with the music, and lifted her resplendent eyes upward as she moved from side to side, now in slow, measured curves, and now in rapid steps across the arena, and anon bending ip those genufiexious which indicate the religious dance. A brief space, and another form, taller and of darker hue, habited in a similar style of dress, but of 2 rich, crimson color and fringed with shells of a pearly whiteness, and her long, black braids intermingled with white shells, joined the grace- | ful dancer. Then a tall figure, crowned with feathers of the war-eagle, and armed with bow and arrow, a perfect imper- sonation of the golden-bright Apollo, bounding and leaping, and shouting a low melody, entered. 4 Poised lightly upon one foot, with eyes intently fixed up- ward, he drew an arrow to the head, and then, sinking upon one knee, watched the flight of the feathered With upraised arms, und eyes lifted to the biue sky, the dancers disappeared, and it needed no one to say that the two girls were Hope Vines and Acashec, and the young Apollo of grace and beauty was John Bonyton. The dance was that of the Hunter’s Moon. ; In spite of the festive scene, Sir Richard and his family be- came conscious that a certain restraint, an aspect of gloom, be- gan to pervade the occasion; the Indian guests were partially grave and preoceupied ; the older colonists were moody and silent; only the younger persons a: he seemed to neared with zest into the amusements of fle day. | > Comicloooks.conn ;