Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 69: what you’re looking at

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TYPICAL -VENGEANCE. ae 4while her rich, clear voice wooed the eehovs to melody, She had laid her wrist upon his arm in her old seductive way, but Pan eepliet: shook her off, und turned his eyes. from her face, as he replied : : " : * then, Acashee, go, I had ho there might be san ry goodness in that cruel tetas, Meh he some “Touch of goodness! proud sagamore! Is it nothing to spurn my kind only for such as you? Nothing to live one long of you ile she spoke, a wood-pigeon alighted upon a branch near by, and with singular dexterity she caught it, and held it fondly to her bosom, smoothing and caressing its ruffled plumage. John Bonyton waved his hand and turned away, while the treacherous girl stood watching his tall, receding form, till the ‘trees concealed it; then, dashing the bird to the ground, she her foot upon its beautiful breast, exclaiming ; “This, and this, be the fate of Hupe Vines !* lat she ground its innocent’blood into the moss-grown soil. ; The sagamore plunged into the recesses of the forest, and at ] 1 upon the river-bank, where, as boy and youth, he had idled his days in that ecstatie dream of love and youth, which so fills up the soul that the past is forgotten, the future hung with rain clouds, pavilioned with golden vaults and rate sheen, thus exaltine the glow of the present by an on- ward gorgeous perspective. * Lost ! Jost! all is lost !” he exclaimed. " Uneonsciousty he bad cast himself down by the wigwam of the prophet of the tribe. Jt was the custom of the Indians to build the tent or wigwam of those whose duty it was to watch all omens bearing upon the welfare of the people, in some se- cluded spot within the sound of great falls, or in proximity to some natural cave or grotto, where they might, undisturbed, exercise their spells and incantations. A hand, cold, and wast- ed by fastings nearly to the bone, was laid upon the shoulder of the sagamore. — “Listen, my son! Turn thy steps to the east. Go!” Before the sagamore could reply, he was gone. He entered the wigwam ; it wasempty. He searched upon every side ; no one was Visible; and he began to doubt if his senses might not liaye deceived him, when he observed a clear crystal glittering 1 the moonlight. It was one of those peculiar stones which Mountains th the common believed came from the top of the vast White Mountain: a hundred miles to the north, and hence ren called the “ White Mountain Carbuncle.” e knew this was a part of the paraphernalia of the wizard’ Wigwam, and that on momentous occasions the chiefs called upon their oracle to look into this crystal stone and announce the angury. Remembering this, he raised it to his eyes, looked and started back with surprise, What did he behold ?_ comicbooks.conn