. Maine in history and romance. is month of the year when Nature issure to smile and be at her best. It may have been, too, the plan of the young matron that on thisparticular morning, the 17th of September, Sarah should be urged to takea walk along the long beach to the rocky shore where she had alwaysloved to sit and watch the waves throw themselves upon the sands andagainst the immovable rocks. Mistress Page may have known that onthat very morning Pendleton Fletcher was expected to be at work withhis men cutting witchgrass on the point of land just over the bank of sandblown together by the
. Maine in history and romance. is month of the year when Nature issure to smile and be at her best. It may have been, too, the plan of the young matron that on thisparticular morning, the 17th of September, Sarah should be urged to takea walk along the long beach to the rocky shore where she had alwaysloved to sit and watch the waves throw themselves upon the sands andagainst the immovable rocks. Mistress Page may have known that onthat very morning Pendleton Fletcher was expected to be at work withhis men cutting witchgrass on the point of land just over the bank of sandblown together by the heavy winds. Whether or not it was in the plan, after half an hour or more, thegoodwife remembered that she must go up to see Mary Fletcher, motherof Pendleton, and take her a particular message from a friend to thewestward who had written a letter brought by Capt. John Alden, the son-in-law of Major William Phillips, and Sarah, unsuspecting, allowed herto go. Left by herself, Sarah sat idly beside a deep pool of water playing. Indian Trysting Place Saco Valley Tragedy and Romance 77 with the seaweed, gathered in one of the rocky crevices, now liftingfeathery fronds to the hght, now dipping deep for shells and pebbles farbelow the shining surface. Suddenly there was a great commotion within the water of the poolfollowed by feminine shrieks that fairly rent the air. This young colonistwho had gone through a garrison attack with no more visible expressionof fear than blanched cheeks, who had fought an angry gander in thepens of the settlement while he drew blood on her hands and arms, with-out an outcry, was now screaming at the top of her voice because a lob-ster was pinching her finger, and there is no knowing how long the criesmight have continued had not a young man appeared over the top of thesand bank running as fast as his legs could carry him. It was seconds only before young Pletcher was beside her and, takingthe angry crustacean in his grasp, had pulled the claws away
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