Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 71: what you’re looking at

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forded the Saco river, not yet swollen by autumnal rain Pe the marning dawned, she crawled under the shadow of an intervening rock, and fel] into a profound sleep. Rising at length, she wandered hour after hour along the up- land, commanding a view of the distant village, the Gaal, shaking out their white sails to the breeze, and the fishermen drawing their nets to land. The smoke of the little hamlet rose dreamily upon the air, and the light tinkle of the herd-beli tae the lowing of kine and the faint echo of the ax of woodman. en had Hope Vines paddled her light canoe across the Saco to meet her upon this upland, and here, with John Bony- ton, they had Guat ewer the long summer days, unconscious of that dreamy future which now made life a desert to them all. sip herself from these maddening thoughts. she stoo down and saw her ghastly face and discrowned head ; she bathed her hands and burning cheeks in thestream, sitting under a sbelf of rock, lest she shou!d be seen by any of those who knew her in her days of power and her days of beauty! She unlaced the worn moccasins «and plunged her swollen into the cooling wave. She sat long and gloomily survey- her altered looks. Her limbs were swollen and discolored Pion action of the thongs which had bound her, and her feet istered by trayel. All day she sat moody and silent, her brow contracted, but it was evident that physical pain ha POURS 10.00 withthe Berge and angry passions that swayed r. : _Acashee may have been perhaps between forty and fifty years of age, but, haying been exempt from the perl fs irs wo- men in the savage state, she presented few of those hard and eT. common to her sex. She was taller than the wont -women, more slender than iscustomary with them at her period of life, and altogether, she presented a litheness and springi of fiber that reminded one of Arab more than abo- - Tiginal blood. Her brow was igh, Teens and narrow, With arched and sharply-contracted brows, beneath which burned her intense and restless eyes. despi sen phan Secon her testh viglengi nig the ite of time, | O : A G dly, and cried, in a passionate voice, and with a wild, bitter “John Bonyton, I have myrevenge; ath times I have it, Im spite of you, 1 sill sit again with chiefs and honored women; and shorn of my locks even. pa sangie wil wag itself. me. Lam sRCra. AM para alice” e should say among for a woman to have pon ber hair cut off, is to cast suspicion upon her chastity, It is the conniclooks. Gorn