Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 52: what you’re looking at

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54 - THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. surmised that the poor child, in her terror, might have pe there. Thus days and nights passed away, and the unhappy youth traversed the forest, and searched the sea; but found no more traces of Hope Vines. CHAPTER XI. “ DESERTED ARE THE DWELLINGS OF MOINA.” Ir has been shown how easily Hope Vines had been seized, even in the presence of her friends ; for the two conspiracies against her—that of the Pilgrims to seize her person and ar- raign her for witchcraft, when death, in its most appalling shape, would undoubtedly have awaited her, 2nd that of the Indians, who wished to exalt her as a wild-wood siby!—pro- duced so many and conflicting movements, that attention was divided, and the unhappy girl fell an easy victim to the snares of her captors. Once securely in their hands, she was conveyed to one of their great magicians, who, by spells and enchantments, with which: the tribes, from time immemorial, had been familiar, soon consigned her to a long, deep sleep. Placed upon skins of the finest and purest texture, spread upon a wicker-frame which swung lightly between poles car- ried by sure-fvoted runners, Hope was borne away into the pathless wood, with no chance for rescue. The Indians came and went among the colonists, but so well did they preserve their native immobility of feature, and reticence of tongue, that no suspicion was attached to them. With one exception, the old group of visitors was unchanged. Samoset, the crafty and experienced chief, eluded all questions, aud even joined in the search ; but his daughter, Acashee, no more frequented her old haunts ; ; She dared not encounter the coun th of Jobn Bonyton, who, she well knew, would er. La ae Ee a gels Seesheke of wer bat “ae ey bay | " comicbooksrcom a |S a ea: ee _- - _— ooh 7 ¥ “ ie = ~~ —