Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 56: what you’re looking at

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68 THE SAGAMORE OF 8ACO. for the Jost girl, abandoned the settlement altogether, and lived in the wigwams of the simple savages, who did all in their power to comfort and console him. The Saco tribe was no less ignorant than the colonists of the fate of Hope, but they saw how grief had stricken him down, and in their true hearts they felt a human compassion which might well have been emulated by those of his own kind, but was not, The young man was convinced in his more serene moments that Hope had fallen a victim to the snares of Acashee, or the Spider. He recalled her words, “ You had a friend; you have a foe,” and he felt the secret of her fate was known ‘fully to the Terrentines. Moody and taciturn, he wandered along the sea-shore, traversed the pathless woods, and watched the setting stars from solitary mountain hights. Sometimes he would appear in the Vines mansion, where he would for hours stealthily scan the faces of its inmates, and then depart with a groan. “ Gone, gone, and not a face is left to look like little Hope !” At length the great Hall of Sir Richard Vines was closed forever, and the owner abandoned a colony which had become endeared to him by so many labors and sorrows, and which to him still bore the phantom presence of litle Hope. He removed his household gods to the island of Barbadoes, with which he had hitherto associated himself in commercial trans- actions. Here we must bid adieu to the courtly household, which is no longer associated: with the history of our country, but which, in their new home, became comparatively happy and most prosperous. Mistress Vines grew at length calm under her bereavement, and learned to say, in the meek spirit of religious love and divine faith, “ Thy will be done.” More than two hundred years have passed away since the princely dwelling was left to decay, but some traces of the old residence of a courtly household may still be found. We hear the Jocation sometimes called “ Old Orchard,” because here are found fruit-trees heavy with the moss of age, and vines struggling for life amid the indigenous plants, fair Sa Se ig ts overwhelmed by is, ee, e~? 2. ” - < - a = a me ~ > = a a aa o a 4 : —— > conniclOoks.conn | ; yi ~