Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 85: what you’re looking at

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~~ clear voice, and yet with a something in its tone as if itcame a long distance. et Sas “T behold a band of warriors—brave as the bravest. I hear the cry of derision—the vaunt of the warrior. Slowly the mist: is ascending—I see the hand of a woman, and before it fly the be men, a thousand pale specters trooping to the spirit- and ! With a déep sigh she turned her eyes downward, placed her hand upon the head of a pet panther, which crouched at her feet, and slowly moved away under the gorgeous canopy of overhangns pear] and ame , and disappeared in the dis- ance. The Indians listened aghast, and watched her receding figure till it disappeared. They coupled her prediction with the am- biguous words of the priest, and they became filled with doubt and dismay. a : In the long years of her imprisonment, ignorant of the place of her seclusion, conscious only that its distance must be great from all that she had known or loved, for she had traveled days and even weeks before her capters reached the falls, she had d of ever again beholding a white himan face. She ad been taken while sleeping under the bed of the river, and placed as we find her, like some ancient priestess, alone in this vast temple, to await divine oracles. To the eye of the Indian she lad been passive; she had awed him by her calm self-reliance; she had held him in subjection by a power allied to prophecy, which came upon her, how and when she knew not. She spoke, and they listened with pro- found awe ; she conimanded and they obeyed. 9 Once, a chief had told her of the riure of her father and all the household from the colony, but the name of John Bony~- ton had not sounded upon her ears in all this weary time, till it was ced by Acashee. At that sound, years were anni-. hilated, the torpor of time vanished, and Hope Vines trembled with the newly-awakened emotions of her early days. With that audacious activity which marked the action of her childhood, Hope had practiced one feat totally unknown to her captors. She had watched the advent of visitors to the cave, and found they always appeared at one particular side of the Water, and that without much apparent effort. Following up this n, she had dared the aitempi, and found it achieved ith Jittle difficalty. Often, when her captors were buried in smooth rock at the river-brink. i IN was a child of b 8 Se was a fall reward for the danger eke incurred. ‘The gorgeous beauty of the grotto, also, afforded isn cetaeloes eopotions of datight and believing herself forever debarred from all companionship with her own COMICIOOXS.COM ? ere: ee TIL