The Rivals of Acadia - An Old Story of the New World by Harriet Vaughan Cheney
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_Clerk of the District of Masachusetts._
THE RIVALS OF ACADIA CHAPTER I. Far on th' horizon's verge appears a speck-- A spot--a mast--a sail--an armed deck! Their little bark her men of watch descry, And ampler canvas woos the wind from high. LORD BYRON. On a bright day in the summer of 1643, a light pleasure-boat shot gaily across the harbor of Boston, laden with a merry party, whose cheerful voices were long heard, mingling with the ripple of the waves, and the music of the breeze, which swelled the canvas, and bore them swiftly onward. A group of friends, who had collected on the shore to witness their departure, gradually dispersed, till, at length, a single individual only remained, whose eyes still followed the track of the vessel, though his countenance wore that abstracted air, which shewed |
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