Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 72: what you’re looking at

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o* 74 THB SAGAMORE OF SACO. only revenge itted the husband for a suspicion of dishonor, but in the end, it isa sure and fatal revenge, as the woman is at once cast out of the tribe, and no one will grant her aid or succor of any kind. ‘ Acashee pressed her burning hands again and again over her degraded head, and once more took up her march toward the rilae sun. Day by day she traveled onward, now fording riv- ers, and now surmounting mountain 2) Sng Bays and inlets were doubled, and often some formidable river crossed on a frail raft, or traced upward toward its source, till her feet were able to wade it. With the quick resource of savage life, she had been able to supply her own wants by means of the bow and arrow, the rude net, and the expert trap constructed by her own hands. She found corn and beans in the deserted summer haunts of the ians, ret the Fhe ee her plenty of wild bono Still, she grew thin and ha , from toil, exposure and travel; but her resolute spirit never quailed—never felt even the tortures which lacerated the body. Sometimes, she rested for whole days, and then, with renewed vigor, pursued her solitary way. rely did she venture ‘to kindle a fire, lest it might betra her to some ting tribe, or some wild beast might be at- tracted by the flame. Sometimes her quick ear detected the approach of an Indian runner, carrying intelligence to a far tant tribe. Sometimes she sawa group of hunters, who encamped together for the pursuit of the chase; then she would be compelled to make a detour to avoid them, or to lie by till they disappeared—for sooner would she lay down her life than encounter a red-man in her present dishonored Plight Ey only hope was to reach her own people, and there lain a a was now October, but the season had proved one of ex- ceeding mildness, and the birds, which usually desert these northern regions a month earlier, remained in their summer haunts from some sure instinct, to enliven the wilderness, and Nee its rude inhabitants. -Acashee now reached the Androscoggin river, which, encum- bered by rapids and picturesque falls, can never be subject to ship or ner, but which, in our day, has long since been sub- dued to purposes of the mil t, and added the clatter of loom and pie to the grand cathedral hymn which alone, in the time of our story, awoke the echoes of the everlasting hills to the roar of its descending waters over shelving rocks a hundred feet from its level. - Here the woman saw the fires of her peuple in the distance, and found a canoe with which she crossed hy be em of the river. The sun was down when she the village, e side Stee ae preparatory to night conmnclbooks.com