Beadle's Dime Novels No. 142: The Sagamore of Saco — page 94: what you’re looking at

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96 THE SAGAMORE OF SACO. Ever and ever por on the untiring flood, till one wondered it did not,pour itself out. ‘The heart grew oppressed at the vastness of its images, crowdineand rolling and pressing, as did the tumultuous waves over their rocky steep. Water—still water, till the nerves ached from weariness at its perpetual flow, and the mind questioned if the sound were not silence, se lone- ly was the spel —questioned, if the sound ceased, whether the heart would not cease to beat, and life become extinct. The winds suddenly died away ; the stars came out each up- on his golden throne and looked down upon the scene. John Bonyton and Hope stood not far from the beacon-fire, which sent its jets of light far and wide. Suddenly, a wild, unearthly yell filled the air. It rose loud and piercing, aid the roar of the waters was lost in one vast, ter- sible cry of agony. ) - The hiefs-of the Sacos gathered about their sagamore. Ho gore to the white toam of the falls; her eyes dilated with de- iglit; her form expanded, and in that moment of exultation she Jooked like some beautiful, but avenging spirit. is Look, John Bonyton! Behold the handiwork of Hope ines 9 A black mass gleamed amid the white foam; another and another; and yet a wild yell of horror—a black, d in mags, poised one moment upon the verge—a fearful plunge, an the old river took wp its ancient song, and went its way to the far-off deep, to be lost in the vast ocean. “Tell me, what is this?” cried John Bonyton,seizing the hand eae? and conscious of an undefined horror at a nameless Hope saw the changed look—saw the fierce eye of the saga- more, and her high spirit quailed before it. Exultation gave Jace to defiance, for one brief space, and then she waved and and would have darted away, had he not detained her. “Tell me, Hope, I beseech thee—tell me the meaning of this dreadful scene—more terrible than the fiercest struggle, foot to of armed men !” “T have saved thee, John Bonyton,” whispered Hope. “Tell me all, Hope—whiat it all means.” She lifted her aye a rt fixed her deep, dark eyes upon his, and spoke a clear voice, that reverberated fear- fully upon the silence. | “Hear mie, John Bonyton. For years.and years J have had but one thought—one desire—one aim—to see thee once more. I will not tell thee of the long, long, weary years—winters of hoary frost and snow, summers of brief beauty —which went and came, and I saw them not—I saw nothing but thee, John Bony- ton. I was moody and silent, but a power was born of solitude, of waiting, of longing, and I could go and come beneath Ropger falis. Wea al} slept, 1 went forth to look upan the ; Comichbooksrcom),