Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 93: what you’re looking at

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destruction tpon ull but Acashee, who stood unmoved aud un- harmed. In vain did she invite the revere | chanting, in a voice which rose above the roar of the falls the roar of the beacon-fire, her fiery death-song—she stood unharmed. CHAPTER XXII. BELOW THE FALLS, MEANWHILE the beacon-fire had flamed far and wide, and wakened the warriors to the anticipated work of destruction, The Terrentines, far up at the great bend of the And in, were ready with blackened faces, and armed with war- ub, tomahawk and arrow, to wreak tlcir utmost vengeance upon the tribes of the Saco; and no sooner did the gleam of the n- fire stream luridly up the moonless sky, than they launched their canoes and descended the stream. The ins also, with their little navy above Still- Water, floated downward with ihe very flower of the ripe and before the sun should arise, the Sagamore of Saco, and his d of warriors, shovld be no mere known than the clond which yesterday dimmed the horizon, or the vapor which lost itself in the far-off ocean. Such was their thought. With licht and measured dip of onward came the airy fleet, light as the spray, and buoyant with exultant hearts. The vast woods swayed fitlully; the night-bird wheeled in ety circles, and went screaming away to deeper solitudes. bark of the fox and the howling of the wolf mingled with the screeching of the owl, and the voices of a thousand ill- omened echoes sereamed from the recesses of rock, mountain and river, and yet onward swept the fleet, unconscious of SPifcasing the eillags ahaye ag eer women and children suddenly conscious of the danger, rushed with wild shouts and insidious current could in the fierce tide of the Comichooks.com