Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 75: what you’re looking at

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THE PHANTOM ‘OF THE FALIA : a ening of peace and the uncontested power and sway of his tri But, in the time of our story, tlfe region siood in its untamed majesty ; the whirling mass of waters thundering to the level below in the midst of an unbroken and boundless forest; and the great roar of tlie-cataraet booming through the solitude like the unceasing voice of the eternal deep. Stealthily the Indian scout followed the woman to the base of ‘the cataract. He saw her stoop her head to the overhanging waters, and she was gone. In vain he searched. The waters, at the point of her pearance, threw themselves forward in a semicircular curve, whence arose masses of vapor, upon which the moonbeams playing created a silvery bow, more lovely even than the ly-hued rainbow of the sun. He rubbed eyes, he threw himself prostrate upon the ground to detect any shelf of the overhanging rocks behind which she might have hidden herself. An owl started from a hollow tree overhead, and with silent wing floated into the dee forest. An old withered crone tottered down the bank, and, seating herself below where he lay, began to gather vervain and hellebore, for the moon was at its wane, and she was pre- ‘some witeli-broth to be used in incantation. Slowly peering about, she turned over the damp stones, and caught slugs, snails also, and then a toad was dragged forth, and she disappeared. In vain the scout examined every nook and every spot in search of the vanished form. Not a trace He looked above and below the full; all was silent—no vestige of a human being, except in a canoe drawn up under the bank amid a clump of bushes. He stooped down to launch it, in or- der to cross the river, when his arms were strongly grasped by an Indian, whose garments were dripping with water. He was old and white-headed, but a perfect Hercules in frame, and handled the young scout as if he had been a mere child in his hands. Thecontest was quick and decisive, for the old man raised the youth in his arms and dashed him upon the ground, where he lay stunned and bleeding, but with sufficient con- sciousness left to know his antagonist had launched the canoe, and was paddling across the river. Rousing himself, terrifi and | el arene adie wea face wentward, and suit once more the his tribe, il] at ease, feeling that the iull object of his had not been accomplished. But, as the first duty of a soldier is to obey, so the first duty of a savage is to tell the truth, and he returned to tell it had transpired. | comiclooksseonn