Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 90: what you’re looking at

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92 THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. ~which flitted across the sky,and now and then : themselves in heavy drops. Gusts of wind swayed the old woods to and i ey sent the autumnal leaves whirling and rc on the wings of the fitfal blast. , he sagamore had not slept, but his chiefs were couched. un- der the overhanging trees, amid the dense underbrush, and al! were buried in profound slamber, while he had whiled away the hours in thought of her who had been to him the one star in the sky of his destiny. He knew that Acashee would never reveal the secret of the fate of Hope; therefore he had coun- seled to liberate her, and note in what direction her steps should ‘lead, and he well divined that there Hope would be found. While thus the solitary man gnawed his heart in vain regrets, and sorrowful fancies, he became aware of a movement further up the stream. Now and then a spark shot upward, and was lost amid the white spray of the fails; then another, and an- other struggled amid smoke and vapor, and was lost; till at last one fierce volume of flame towered upward, revealing not only his own encampment, but the vast old woods, and the river ‘ing itself, an ocean of water, from its mountain-hight™ into the abysm below. ~ The warriors sprang to their feet, and gazed in wonder, not unmingled with , but the sagamore motioned them back to their covert, while he should learn the secret of this unex- beacon-fire. Emerging from the covert of the woods, e was aware of a white form that flitted before him. Hurry- ing onward, he leaped from rock to rock, vainly striving to ‘reach the object, which still eluded his grasp. At length, liay- ing reached an angle of the stream, tie figure turned. Hope! Hope!” exclaimed John Bonyton, stretching out his arms. ' The figure pointed upward, but even while she made the ges- ture, she fell prostrate to the earth. “Oh, my God! be merciful !” cried the sagamore, lifiing her in his arms, and even while he spoke the strength of the stron tan departed, and he sunk down trembling, for to him it as if the spirit of the girl had fled. - The of agony—the lapse of thirty years—were concen- trated in that moment._AJl the dull, dreary, lingering aches of rolling months and lengthening years were combined, and plunged into one vast pang. At length Hope lifted up her head, wringing her hands, with «ee ent aa al “Oh! Jo onyton, d t Ou so years ? Did I not see Hope id alone— se enolate , ~ eads were bowed down, their breathing: faint and Ja- bored, and low moans escaped them. What was the werld to ‘them! Stricken and chauyed, living and breathing, they ouly COMMEIOOKXS.gomm