Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 68: what you’re looking at

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70° THE SAGAMORE OF “BACO. revailed, and the sagamore approached the captive, tomahawk nhand. Sbe lifted her head proudly and looked him in the- face, while he cut the bonds and set her free. “Go, Acashee s £ Spider; we need you not.” The woman looked imploringly up, and even dashed her hands into his face, as he held her by the hair of her head, and cut away the | heavy braids that depended therefrom. A shout of derision burst from the women, and they followed her with loud and contemptuous jeers fur into the forest, eary at length of their malignant sport, they returned to the camp, leaving the disgraced woman to make her wuy us best she could, through almost impenetrable forests, to her own people. John Bonyton, having cut away the black locks of Acashee, retired from the council. A scout had been appointed to follow. the woman, never to lose sight of her, to succor her if needed, and after having seen her salely within lier own tribe, to return to the camp, and report all he could learn. hea Acashee had departed, Johu Bonyton, impelled by an irresistible desire to learn something of Hope Vines, whose fate he belieyed was known to the Indian girl, followed in her path till he saw her throw herself upon the fallen leaves, and give utterance to a fierce, low cry, not unlike that of the hungry pan- ther. She tore at her dishonored locks, and guaslied: her teeth in impotent fury. The sagamore, tall, calm and silent, stood before her, In- stantly she sprung to her feet, and throwing back her head, cried : “ Pale-faced coward! I spit upon you, and will work a@ spell that shall consumeall your bones, and— “ Silence, girl. You will not provoke me to kill you. Live, the scorn of your people.” “T will live, but op y to work rdestruction! No, no, no, John Bonyton,” and she covered her fuce with her hands, to hide her relenting tears. The sagamore was softened, and laid his hand upon her shoulder, ods ——r “Tell me what became of Hope Vines, Acashee, and I will forget all the past.” | * She was called away by the Great Spirit.”. And her look npeanoeee I know your falsehood and your thousand wiles. 7 ow yor ie n Ww You do not ctruth. Tell me, T Gessech you, where you have put her, fori feel in my very soul that she lives. Bhe comes to me in my dreams, she walks by my side in the forest- path—there is no to me where Hope is not.” “ Hear me, John a ce if I knew, I ay er not tell, ve ce to know it. The daughters of the th org ease cen her to their arms; w en should you scorn Acashee?” Sisstninisabes welt xed iendertyigud his face us she spoke, ‘ ae , conmichooks.com