Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 66: what you’re looking at

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68 THE SAGAMORE OF SACC. can fix it, women ain’t over’n above tender. They kinder enjoy sufferin’. See’em cry. They enjoy it. I'm more ten- der to our baby than Nancy is.” It is doubtful if the sagamore heard half of this philo- sophical tirade of the kind-hearted Ephraim. The sun was now up, and admonished him that if he would escape obser- vation at such a time and place, he must take his departure. Seeing this, Ephraim broke in again : “Come home with me, John, and eat breakfast—bread and ham and potatoes, John, Christian food, with a grace before meat.” . “I have renounced the colony, as you well know, Eph- raim. I can not go with you; but I thank you none the less.” “ Come, now, don’t turn your back upon me, John Bony- ton. It goes to my heart to see you go away from kith and kin, and everybody's hand agin’ yon.” But, before he had ceased to speak, the sagamore grasped his hand, and even, in an unwonted fit of sofiness, clasped nis arms around his one simple, devoted friend, and without a@ word, was gone. ’ CHAPTER XIV. THE CRYSTAL STONE. YEARS, as we have said, had passed away since the disap- pearance of Hope Vines, and her memory was lost to all but the Sagamore of Saco, in whose breast it burned a perpetual and yearning reminiscence, branded into the very filer of his life and being. ? A council of the Sacos had been called among the upper waters of the river, for the tribe had determined upon a grand expedition against the Terrentines and Androscoggins. The moon was at full, and the sky balmy with the aromas of wood and water, for the brief Indian summer had renewed the youth and revived the beauty of the waning season. The young braves had brought to the council a captive, taken in a zi : ae Ne comicbooks- com