



Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England




In the Wilds of Florida, by W.H.G. Kingston.

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In this book by Kingston we are introduced to Florida in the mid-19th
century, when the tail-end of the wars between the Cherokee and Seminole
Indians was still rumbling on, and the white man was still occasionally
disturbed by attacks by Indians.

Large areas of the territory are swamp, water, and densely overgrown
plains.  All this is described in detail.

Our hero this time is a "school-leaver" from Ireland, whose father seems
to have had just one too many sons for him to be able to provide for all
of them.  His estate is a little encumbered by debt: he is what was
known as a squireen.  While trying to make up his mind what to do the
boy decides to visit relatives in the USA, and that is why he went to
Florida.

It must be said that he appeared quite thankful to get back more or less
in one piece!

As an audiobook this will play for about ten hours.

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IN THE WILDS OF FLORIDA, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

WITHOUT A PROFESSION--AN IRISH "SQUIREEN"--NEWS FROM ABROAD--UNCLE
NICHOLAS AND HIS FAMILY--PREPARATIONS FOR THE VOYAGE--TIM FLANAGAN--
PARTING CALLS--ON BOARD THE "LIBERTY"--OUR FELLOW-PASSENGERS--
TABLE-TALK--A FRIENDLY HINT--A SAIL ON THE STARBOARD BOW--MONSIEUR
LEJOILLIE--LITTLE PAUL OVERBOARD--GALLANTRY OF ROCHFORD--THE LION OF THE
DAY.

I had just left school, in a very undecided state of mind as to what
profession I should select.  The honest truth is, that I had no great
fancy for one more than for another.  I should have preferred that of a
gentleman at large, with an independent fortune.  But it had been so
ordained that I should not possess the latter very satisfactory means of
subsistence; and it was necessary, if I wished to support myself like a
gentleman, that I should choose some calling by which I could at least
obtain an income, supposing that I had not the talent to realise a large
fortune.

My father, Captain Michael Kearney, had a small estate, but it was
slightly encumbered, like many another in old Ireland; and he had no
intention of beggaring my brother and sister in order to benefit me.  In
a certain sense, it is true, they were provided for.  Ellen had married
Captain Patrick Maloney of the Rangers, who had, however, little beyond
his pay to live on.  My younger brother, Barry, had entered the navy;
but as he drew fifty pounds a year and occasionally other sums from my
father's pocket, it cannot be said that he was off his hands.  I also
had once thought of becoming a sailor, for the sake of visiting foreign
lands; but I had allowed the time to pass, and was now considered too
old to go to sea.  I then took a fancy for the army; but my father
declared that he could not afford to purchase a commission for me, and I
had no chance of getting one in any other way.  I talked of the law; but
when I heard of the dry books I should have to study, and the drier
parchments over which I should have to pore, I shuddered at the thought,
and hastily abandoned the idea.

My kind aunt, Honor Molloy,--the sister of my mother, who had been dead
some years,--pathetically urged me to enter the church, in the hope, as
she said, that that would keep me in the right way; but I honestly felt
that the church was not my vocation, and that I was much more likely to
go the wrong way if I assumed an office for which I was unfit.  Then she
proposed that I should become a doctor; but I declared that I hated
physic, and could never bring myself to drug my fellow-creatures with
stuff which I would not take myself.  My father offered to try to get me
into a government office, though he acknowledged that he had but slight
interest with people in authority, and that I might have a long time to
wait before I could obtain a satisfactory appointment.  He suggested, in
the meantime, that I might become a clerk in a mercantile house, and
that I might one day become a partner; but that day seemed so very far
off in the perspective, that I begged he would not trouble himself about
the matter, deciding rather to seek for some government appointment,
either at home or abroad.

"Well, Maurice, my boy, you'll become wiser as you grow older, and
you'll be glad to accept the first offer made you," remarked my father.

He, however, immediately wrote to Dublin, to the only friend of the
family who was likely to render us assistance.  This was Councillor
Roacharty, who in the course of a few days replied that he would do his
best; but that his friend Maurice must put his impatience under lock and
key until Ireland had her rights, and Irishmen ruled their green island
home.  As I confidently hoped that this happy event would soon be an
accomplished fact, I was content; but my father was not so well
satisfied as I was with the councillor's reply.

Meantime I shot, fished, hunted, and visited our neighbours, and was
rapidly adopting the habits and customs of Irish squireens, when one
day, returning home from shooting, just before dinner, I found my father
deeply engaged in reading a foreign-looking letter.  So absorbed was he
in its contents that he did not perceive my entrance.  Not wishing to
disturb him, I retired to get rid of my muddy boots and leggings; and on
my return, dinner was on the table.  During the meal he was unusually
silent, not even inquiring what sport I had had.  Dinner over, he drew
his chair to the fire, and I followed his example.  Taking the letter I
had before seen out of his pocket, he glanced it over, and then looking
up at me, he said--

"Maurice, you'll be after wondering about the contents of this epistle.
I have been thinking over it before telling you."

"I observed that you had received a letter," I answered.  "I hope it
contains no bad news."

"Faith, it is difficult to say whether it's good or bad," he replied.
"You have heard me speak about your Uncle Nicholas, who went away many
years ago to America, but of whose subsequent adventures, or whether he
was alive or dead, I had obtained no certain tidings.  This letter is
from him.  He tells me that after knocking about in various parts of the
Union, he found his way to Florida, down south, where he married a
Spanish lady, Donna Maria Dulce Gallostra, of ancient family, young and
beautiful, and, what was of no small consequence, considering his own
financial condition, the owner of a fine estate.  She has blessed him
with three children,--two daughters, Rita and Juanita, and a son,
Carlos: the former take after him, and are regular Irish girls, fair and
pretty, fond of riding, fishing, and boating, full of life and spirits;
while the boy, Carlos, takes after his mother, being a dark-eyed,
handsome little chap, but restive as an unbroken colt, and passionate in
the extreme when roused,--for his mother has humoured and spoiled him
until she has lost all control over the young rascal, so that he fancies
he can rule the roost better than his parents.  Your uncle describes the
country as being in a somewhat disturbed condition.  The Indians are
greatly irritated, and even threaten the destruction of the whites, in
consequence of the intention of the United States Government to drive
them out of the country across the Mississippi.  His own health has
lately been giving way, and he is very anxious as to what would become
of his wife and daughters in the event of his death.  His wife, Donna
Maria, he says, though a charming woman, has very little notion how to
manage the estate, and his son is too young to help her, or to take care
of himself; while his daughters, delightful young creatures as they are,
do not appear to possess the requisite qualifications.  Having lately
seen my name in an Irish newspaper, and knowing from this that I had
come back to the old place, he determined to write to me, to implore me,
by the brotherly affection which always existed between us when we were
together, to come out and take charge of his daughters, whom he proposes
to leave to my care in his will.  Carlos will, on the death of his
mother, inherit the Florida estate, unless in the meantime the boy
succumbs, which my brother fears is not improbable.  In that case his
daughters would come into possession of the property; but as it is not
in a part of the country in which it is desirable that they should live,
he has arranged for the sale of the estate on the death of their mother.
The girls have had three or four years' schooling in Philadelphia, and
have only lately returned to the south.  Although they appear at present
to enjoy the untrammelled life they lead, he thinks they will soon grow
tired of it, and wish for a more civilised state of existence.  He
appeals to me so earnestly that I am unwilling to refuse his request;
and he urges me to cross the Atlantic immediately, if I desire to be of
service to him before he dies."

"Sure then, father, what could be easier than to take me with you!"  I
exclaimed.  "I would help you, and look after my cousins; and I daresay
Carlos and I would get on together very well.  Besides, I should like to
see Florida.  I have heard something about the country--that there is no
end of game and sport of all sorts to be had in it."

"Bless my heart, I never thought of that!" exclaimed my father.  "Well,
as it may be some time before you can possibly obtain employment,
perhaps you could not do better than accompany me.  There will be the
additional expense; but your uncle generously offers to pay the cost of
my voyage, and I shall see what funds I can raise.  We'll leave old
Molly in charge of the place till we return, so that there will not be
the expense of housekeeping.  As my brother urges me to come without
delay, we will forthwith set about our preparations.  I have been too
long in a marching regiment to require many hours for getting ready."

I was delighted that my father had agreed to my proposal, and that he
could not think of any other way to dispose of me.  We talked the matter
over until we settled that we should start for Dublin the next day if
possible, and thence crossing to Liverpool, look out there for a vessel
bound for one of the southern ports of the United States,--either
Charleston or Savannah.

As soon as we had finished our talk, I jumped up and set about getting
our traps in order.

"You're the boy not to let the grass grow under your feet," observed my
father, well pleased at my alacrity.

Our first care was to look over our guns and sporting gear; the next, to
put up such clothing as we thought we should require.  My father then
sent off for his agent; and I, meantime, wrote by his direction several
letters of business.

While I was thus engaged, Tim Flanagan--an old follower of my father,
who had served in his regiment, and on getting his discharge had come to
live with us, uniting the offices of butler, groom, and general
factotum--made his appearance, I having told him to come in as soon as
his work was over.

"Tim, I'm thinking of running across to America for a few weeks, or
months it may be, with Maurice here.  I have not quite made up my mind
how to find you employment.  In the meantime, Molly will look after the
house, and Dan Rafferty will mind the farm."

"Sure, if your honour's going to foreign lands, you wouldn't be afther
leavin' me behind?" interrupted Tim.  "An' the young masther going away
too!  Though there might be work enough for me, I had much rather be
followin' you, capt'n, whether it's fighting or hunting you'd be afther.
It isn't wages I want; so just let it be settled, if you plase, that I
go with you and the young masther.  I've heard say that there are
Indians, rattlesnakes, and panthers, and all sorts of wild beasts out in
them parts, an' he'll be wantin' a steady man to be at hand to help him;
and sure Tim Flanagan's the right person to be following his masther's
son.  So just say the word, capt'n dear, an' I'll be ready to march the
moment I get the route."

To my infinite satisfaction, my father answered, "If you wish it, Tim,
you shall accompany us.  In case anything should happen to me, I should
be glad to think that Maurice had some one ready to stand by his side;
and there's no human being to whom I would so readily intrust him as to
you."

"It's mighty thankful I am to ye, capt'n; an' we'll be afther seeing
about the baggage, and getting all things ready for the march."

Molly came in after Tim, and frequently applied her apron to her eyes,
as my father went on to describe his plans.  She was distressed at
hearing of the illness of Master Nicholas, as she called my uncle, and
at the thought of our going away.

"It's your honour and Mr. Maurice going off that grieves me," she said.
"Sure, if you must go, you must.  I'll not let the house go to ruin for
want of dusting and cleaning, and looking afther the poultry and the
pigs, and Dan Rafferty and the boys!"

Molly was much comforted when my father assured her that he could
intrust the place to her care with perfect confidence.

In pretty good spirits she set to work to overhaul our wardrobe, and
prepare everything for packing.  There was little sleep for any of us
that night; and the next morning, as soon as my father had made certain
necessary arrangements with Mr. Nolan, the attorney, his agent, we
started for Dublin by Bianconi's car, which passed our gate.  Having
settled some money matters, we visited Councillor Roacharty, who, with a
bland smile, assured me that he would not forget my wishes during my
absence.  We then went on to Belfast, whence we crossed to Liverpool.
Here, on our arrival, we immediately called on various shipping agents,
and, much to our satisfaction, found that a vessel which was to sail
that evening for Savannah had cabin accommodation for two or three
additional passengers.  A few hours after, we found ourselves again
afloat on board the good ship _Liberty_, of four hundred tons, belonging
to Liverpool, gliding down the Mersey with a fair breeze, which, we
hoped, would carry us quickly across the Atlantic.

My father and Tim, who were old voyagers, lost no time in making
themselves at home--the former with the captain, mates, and cabin
passengers; the latter with the seamen and his companions in the
steerage.

We had an assemblage of various nationalities.  Almost every one on
board was interested to some extent in the growth of cotton, the chief
produce of Georgia, to the principal port of which we were bound.  While
we sat round the table at supper, the relative values of sea-island
cotton and upland cotton, and the best modes of manufacturing sugar and
tobacco, were the general subjects of conversation; but as I knew no
more about these articles than I did of the cultivation of cloves and
nutmegs, I could only sit and listen: though I was able to note the
remarks of others, and tried to gain some idea of the character of the
speakers.  Two other persons were at first as silent as myself.  One of
them at length began to ask a few questions, speaking with a strong
French accent.  He appeared far more interested in what was said than
the other.  I heard him addressed as Monsieur Lejoillie.  On inquiring
about him from the gentleman who sat next me, he replied--

"What! don't you know him?  If you had seen his luggage coming on board
you would have guessed--cases of all sorts, mostly empty, except a few
containing instruments and bottles.  He is a great naturalist,--and, I
may add, linguist, for I don't know how many languages he speaks.  Not
equal to our own Audubon, I guess, but a man of wonderful talent,
notwithstanding.  But, to confess the truth, I am not very well versed
in the matters in which he excels."

This information impressed me with a due respect for Monsieur Lejoillie,
and I hoped to become better acquainted with him before long.

A remark made by the hitherto silent personage on the subject of
slavery, which caused many of the party to prick up their ears and cast
angry looks at the speaker, showed me that he was a fellow-countryman.

I heard Monsieur Lejoillie say to him, in a low voice, "Hush, my young
friend!  Liberty, equality, and fraternity may be very fine things to
talk about in the Old World; for being incompatible with our advanced
state of civilisation, people can there afford to laugh at such notions.
It is quite a different thing in the New World, where hostile races are
brought close together; and I would advise you not to give expression to
your opinions except among intimate friends, or they may prove
inconvenient, if not dangerous to you."

"My heart burns with indignation when I think of the wrongs inflicted on
those noble red men, the rightful inheritors of the soil, and on the
down-trodden <DW64>s, dragged from their native land to become the
helpless slaves of arbitrary tyrants," answered the other.

"Hush, hush, my friend!" again repeated Monsieur Lejoillie.  "Such
words, just as they may be, are not suited to the atmosphere of the land
for which we are bound.  I entreat you not to let them pass your lips in
mixed society, such as is here assembled."

Fortunately at this moment a warm discussion engaged the attention of
most of the persons at table, who failed to hear the remarks made by my
countryman, or the friendly advice given him by the naturalist.  I saw
that an old gentleman was seated near the former, a young lady only
intervening.  The old gentleman, who was listening to what was said,
cast a look more of pity than of anger at the young man, but did not
speak.  The lady smiled, and said in a pleasant, sweet voice, "I would
counsel you, Mr. Rochford, to follow the advice of Monsieur Lejoillie.
There are some on board who would resent such remarks as you have made.
You must pass some time among us before you can form a correct opinion
as to the way the Indians or the slaves are treated.  You may discover
that the red men are not quite the heroes you suppose, and that the
<DW64>s are far better off with us than they would be in their own
country."

"Faith!  I cannot but desire to be guided by so fair an adviser,"
answered Rochford, in a rich Irish brogue, bowing as he spoke.

The next day, as we were sailing down the Channel, I spoke to my
countryman, Maulins Rochford--for such I learned was his name--not
letting him understand that I had overheard his remarks on the previous
evening.  When he found that I was a countryman, he became frank and
communicative.  He was two or three years older than myself.  His
appearance and manner were prepossessing, and we at once became
intimate.  He had lately, by the death of his parents, come into a small
property; but instead of spending his time idly at home in hunting and
shooting, as many in his position do, he was anxious to be of use to his
fellow-creatures.  Having but a limited knowledge of the subject, and no
one to consult, he had taken it into his head that he might aid the red
men in retaining their rights, and the slave population in obtaining
theirs.  He was warm-hearted and generous, and from his manner, I had
little doubt, as brave as steel.  By many he would have been looked upon
as a crazy enthusiast or a dangerous character, for whom the walls of a
prison or a mad-house would prove the safest abode.  He, however, had
the discretion to follow the advice he had received, and did not again
in public broach the subject of Indian rights or the iniquity of
slavery.  They were, however, common subjects of conversation between
us, and he almost won me over to his opinions.  What he intended to do
he did not say.  Indeed, I found that he had no very definite plan of
proceeding.  Had I been by myself, I do not know how I might have acted,
but I fortunately did not commit myself by promising to aid him in any
of his schemes.

I found the old gentleman I have spoken of was Mr. Archelaus Shurtleff,
a judge, whose residence was in Florida.  The young lady, whom I at
first supposed to be his daughter, was his wife.  They had but one
child, called Paul, a fine little fellow four or five years old, who
happened to be with his black nurse in their cabin when I first saw
them, and hence I did not discover my mistake until the next day.  The
kind old gentleman told my father and myself that he should be very
happy to see us at his house, which was not far from that of my Uncle
Nicholas, with whom he was well acquainted.  My father replied that he
would gladly pay him a visit, provided the state of his brother's health
and spirits would allow him to do so.

"Sorry to hear that our friend Nicholas is ill," said the judge.  "As to
his spirits, he is over anxious about the state of the country.  He is
always apprehending an attack from the red men.  It is a mistaken fancy
of his.  They'll never dare to interfere with the settlers.  They know
too well the fearful retribution that would overtake them."

The worthy judge and his wife, who appeared to have taken a liking for
Rochford, had frequent conversations with him, and he told me that they
had given him an invitation to their home, which he had gladly accepted.

"I hope that we shall meet there," I observed.  "At all events, as we
shall not be far away from each other, we may have some sport together,
and kill no end of crocodiles, bears, deer, and other wild beasts and
birds of all sorts."

I had expected that in crossing the Atlantic we should have encountered
at least a gale or two of wind, and witnessed the sea foaming and
roaring and running mountains high.  Instead of this, with the exception
of a little tossing and pitching for a week or two, we ran along over a
smooth ocean, generally with a fair wind and delightful weather.
Occasionally, when we were becalmed, the sun shone down on our heads,
and sent us in search of every shady spot that could be found.  Most of
our companions were accustomed to a hotter atmosphere, which they told
us we should find when we got on shore; but even they kept out of the
rays of the sun as much as possible.  When a breeze sprang up, we glided
along with studding-sails on either side at the rate of some seven or
eight knots an hour, and the look-out forward shouted, "A sail on the
starboard bow!"

The captain remarked that, from the way she was standing, she would pass
close to us.  Most of the passengers on deck hurried across to look at
the stranger.  Rochford, who was seated on a coil of rope writing in his
note-book, continued his occupation without moving.

Lejoillie, who had just come from the cuddy, sauntered along the deck
towards him.

"What, my friend, are you inditing sonnets to your lady's eyebrow, or
composing your first speech as president of your model republic?" he
said in his bantering way.


"Whatever I am about, I am not fond of being interrupted," answered
Rochford, looking up with a more angry glance than I had yet seen on his
countenance.

"My dear friend," exclaimed Lejoillie, taking his hands out of his
pockets and stepping forward, "I am sincerely sorry, and beg your
pardon.  I thought you would like to see yonder fine ship as she passes
us.  Happily the world is at peace, or I should fear she was an enemy,
and had some intention of attacking the _Liberty_; neither can she be a
pirate, as our captain does not endeavour to keep out of her way."

Rochford, quickly appeased, rose to look at the stranger.  Instead,
however, of crossing to where the rest of the passengers were standing,
I saw him dart aft towards one of the ports, all of which had been left
open to admit of a free current of air.  At the same time, little Paul's
black nurse, Rosa, uttering a wild shriek, fell to the deck.  I guessed
what had happened.  The child had escaped from her arms, and running
heedlessly away, had fallen overboard through the port.  Rochford, who
had seen the occurrence, without stopping for one instant, plunged in
after him.  I felt inclined to follow, but I distrusted my own powers of
swimming.  I had, however, what was of far more use, presence of mind to
run aft and drop a grating, which was fortunately at hand, over the
side, and shout out, at the top of my voice, "Man overboard!"

While some ladies gathered round the poor mother, who was almost frantic
with grief, and others attended to the nurse, who had gone off in a
swoon, the captain issued the necessary orders for shortening sail; for,
with all the flying-kites set, it was impossible, until the canvas was
taken off the ship, to bring her up to the wind.

The judge, in the meantime, retained his calmness and presence of mind
in a wonderful manner.  My father, Lejoillie, Tim Flanagan, and two or
three others, made preparations, under the superintendence of the second
mate, for lowering a boat, every man of the crew being required to
shorten sail.  The helm was put down, the yards braced up, and the ship
quickly brought to the wind.  I was going to assist in lowering the
boat, when the captain called me aft, and told me to keep an eye on Mr.
Rochford and the child.

Not having stopped to throw off his clothes, the moment he reached the
water he struck out towards the boy, who had just risen after his first
plunge: his head, I saw, was above the surface, and he had unconsciously
turned on his back, stretching out his little arms for help.  In another
instant Rochford got up, and holding the child's face well out of the
water, was evidently trying to dispel his fears; then looking round, he
saw the grating, towards which he at once swam, and placed the child
upon it.  All this time the ship was, of course, running away from the
spot, and gradually he and his little charge became less and less
distinct.  I saw, however, that he was holding on to the grating, which,
I was thankful to see, perfectly supported the child.  A very long time
seemed to elapse before I heard the order to put the helm down, and I
even fancied that the ship was running away altogether from where little
Paul and Rochford were floating.  But what was my horror just then to
see a black fin come gliding by.  On the previous day we had passed
several huge monsters of the deep.  What if the shark should discover
our fellow-passenger!  I longed to be able to shout out to him to keep
his legs moving; but he could not have heard me, even if I had shouted
ever so loudly, and by so doing I should have still further alarmed the
judge and his poor wife.  Had Rochford been seized, there would have
been little hope of the child escaping.

The moment the ship was hove-to, having pointed out to the captain the
exact position of those in the water, and being unable to restrain my
eagerness, I sprang forward, and just had time to glide down the falls
into the boat, which, under the charge of the mate, pulled by her crew,
was shoving off.

"Glad you have come, sir," said the mate; "you can nurse the child when
we get him into the boat."

"If we do," I said, and I pointed with a thrill of horror to the fin of
the shark as its wicked eye glanced up at us.  The fear seized me that
it might follow the boat and discover Rochford.  "I wish I had a pistol
to shoot it!"  I exclaimed.

Without answering, the mate seized the after oar and struck with all his
force, the edge of the blade entering the water at the shark's back.

The brute disappeared, and, I trusted, had sunk far down into the depths
of the ocean.  Away we pulled as hard as the men could lay their backs
to the oars, the appearance of the shark making them still more eager to
get up to the assistance of the brave young man and the child.  To my
joy I saw, as I got closer, that little Paul was resting securely on the
grating, while Rochford was striking out with his feet, and one of his
hands being still at liberty.

"Bear a hand, friends!" he cried out.  "Take the child on board first,
and the sooner you help me in I'll be obliged to you.  There are some
ugly brutes cruising about here who have a mighty fancy for my legs."

The boat approached the grating.  I leaned over to grasp the little boy
as soon as I could reach him, and as I did so I heard the mate tell the
men to keep striking the water with their oars.

We soon had Paul safe.  Not until then would Rochford allow the crew to
help him on board.  He had a providential escape as it was, for scarcely
were his feet well over the gunwale, when the brute of a shark shoved
its hideous snout above the surface, getting, however, an ugly prick in
the nose for his pains from a boat-hook.

Rochford was well-nigh exhausted; but owing to his courage and presence
of mind, the child appeared very little the worse for its plunge.  What
would have been his fate, however, had the monster of a shark we saw
been near at hand at the moment he fell overboard!

We were speedily alongside, and I had the satisfaction of handing the
little boy to his parents.  The poor mother was about to thank me,
supposing that I had been the means of saving him; but I pointed to
Rochford, who stood dripping wet on deck, as the man who had performed
the gallant act.

The judge wrung his hand.  "I thank you, sir!  I thank you!" he
exclaimed.

The mother burst into tears as she held the child to her heart; then
taking Rochford's hand, she pressed it to her lips.  The nurse, seeing
the child was saved, quickly recovered, and exhibited her gratitude in
even a more demonstrative way than her master and mistress.

I came in for a share of their thanks when they were informed that I had
thrown the grating overboard which had contributed so much to save the
lives both of the little boy and our friend.

Rochford having assured those who had collected round him to pay
compliments, that he had really done nothing to deserve all the fine
things that were said, dived below to change his wet garments.  In a
short time afterwards he appeared on deck as if nothing particular had
happened.

As may be supposed, he became a greater favourite than ever with the
judge and his wife; and even some of those who had before looked at him
askance, acknowledged that he was a very fine fellow.

The ship was again put before the wind, and away she stood on her
westward course.

Among those who looked upon Rochford as a hero was Tim Flanagan, who
regarded his fellow-countryman with unbounded admiration, and declared
himself ready to go through fire and water to serve him.  Lejoillie had
also taken a great liking to him, and they frequently walked the deck
together, engaged in earnest conversation.  Following the Frenchman's
advice, Rochford had been very careful not again to express his
political opinions in public, though he did not hesitate to talk freely
to me, as I have no doubt he did to the naturalist.

He was thus generally liked, and with the ladies, especially, he became
a great favourite.  No one, indeed, would have considered him a
dangerous character, if one had seen him, whenever he could get little
Paul out of the black nurse's arms, carrying the child about and playing
with him on deck, but taking very good care that he should not again
slip through a port.

The weather continued brilliant; and the numerous sea-birds, which
flitted high in the air or hovered round the ship, told us that we were
nearing the end of our voyage.

CHAPTER TWO.

FIRST SIGHT OF LAND--ON BOARD THE "GREAT ALEXANDER"--SCISSOR-BILLS--
FLYING-FISH--OFF AMELIA ISLAND--SOMETHING ABOUT FLORIDA--INDIAN
TREATIES--ROCHFORD'S DESIRE TO SERVE THE RED MEN--ENTRANCE TO SAINT JOHN
RIVER--THE HAZARD LIGHTHOUSE--A GOOD CURE FOR INTEMPERANCE--SAINT JOHN
BLUFF--A SAD HISTORY--A CHANGE OF WEATHER--THE STORM--A FLORIDA SWAMP--A
SUCCESSFUL HUNT--SURPRISED BY INDIANS--PARTING WITH OUR NEW FRIENDS.

Early one morning I was taking a walk on deck with Rochford, when we
heard a cry aloft of "Land! land!"

"Ere long, then, I shall have an opportunity of commencing the glorious
task I have undertaken!" murmured my companion.

As he did not exactly address me, I made no reply.  We immediately went
up the fore-rigging, but could only see a long faint line, distinguished
from the ocean and the sky by the difference of tint.  It was the coast
of Georgia, the eastern portion of which is but slightly elevated above
the water, though a hilly region exists in the northern part of the
State.  It was not till some hours afterwards, when we were approaching
the mouth of the river Savannah, that we could see the land clearly from
the deck.

The passengers having packed up their personal property in their
portmanteaus and carpet-bags, ready for landing, we collected on the
poop.  As I stood near the judge and his wife, who were seated on the
skylight, their little boy, guarded watchfully by black Rosa, playing
near them, I heard the former say to Rochford that, as he intended to
charter a schooner to convey himself and family up the Saint John River,
he begged to have the pleasure of Rochford's company on board.

"I purpose going on to Florida with Captain Kearney and his son and
Monsieur Lejoillie; and as I cannot desert them, I regret that I am
unable to take advantage of your kind offer," was the answer.

"Get them to come with us then," said the judge.  "They can, if they
wish it, pay a proper proportion of the expenses of the voyage; but I
cannot allow you to do so.  You must come under my wing, and you can
join your friend Lejoillie whenever he starts on his proposed expedition
in search of the wonders of our flowery land."

When the judge made the offer to my father and Lejoillie, they at once
accepted it, both being anxious to reach Florida with as little delay as
possible.

We ran up the river until we anchored, seventeen miles from its mouth,
off the city of Savannah, built on a sandy expanse, and elevated about
forty feet above the level of the tide.  I have little to say about the
city, except that it struck me as a fine place, many of the streets
being wide and bordered with trees, and that it contains numerous
churches, hospitals, stores, and other public buildings.

On landing, the judge immediately engaged a schooner, known by the
high-sounding name of the _Great Alexander_.  Her skipper's name was
Ebenezer Crump.  The craft was not unlike an Irish "hooker;" her great
beam showed that she was likely to carry her canvas well.  That very
evening the judge and his family, my father, Tim, and I, accompanied by
Rochford and Lejoillie, went on board, and dropped down the river with
the tide, ready to sail the following morning.


We had plenty to amuse us.  Crossing the bar at daybreak with a fair
breeze, we ran along outside the line of islands which fringe the coast
of Georgia, and which are devoted to the cultivation of "sea-island
cotton."  The water teemed with fish, and birds innumerable came flying
round us.  The most remarkable of the latter were the scissor-bills,
with black plumage, which went skimming along the surface, scooping up
with their long lower mandible any unwary mollusc or fish of small size
which came within their reach, and uttering every instant loud and
discordant cries.  Lejoillie told us that they were of the gull tribe,
about twenty inches in length.  The peculiarity of their beak consists
in the lower mandible being considerably longer than the other into
which it shuts.  It is of an orange-red at the base, and deepens into
black at the tip.  To prevent the water rushing into its throat as it
skims the surface with its beak, the bird is provided with a very small
gullet.  When unable to procure food by the method we saw it employing,
Lejoillie said that it frequents the sea-shore as the tide is ebbing,
where, finding mollusca with open valves, it inserts the lower mandible
of its beak so as to prevent the shell from shutting; and then dashing
it down on a rock, breaks it, and devours the inhabitant.

We frequently caught sight, too, of the frigate-bird, with its long
forked tail sweeping behind as it came swooping down on its prey, which
its keen eyes enable it to see from afar.

More curious to those who, like myself, have never been in the tropics,
were the coveys of flying-fish, which rose out of the water, and even
darted to great distances before their fins became dry and they fell
again into their native element.  Lejoillie told us that there were two
species, one much smaller than the other.  The larger are somewhat like
red gurnards, and are said to prey on their smaller cousins, which are
also pursued by bonitos, albicores, and dolphins of various species, as
well as by numerous sea-birds.  Several times we saw a large covey of
the smaller kind rise above the surface, followed closely by another of
the larger species, when at the same moment a dozen sea-birds would
descend, and, quick as lightning, a dolphin would dart by, intent on
sharing the prey.  Looking down through the clear blue water, we could
see the beautiful dorados, of pure turquoise hue, as they darted here
and there, keeping away from the vessel while they gambolled round her.

We kept so close in-shore, that we could sometimes through our glasses
distinguish the scissor-bills standing on the beach, and, in the
distance, the buildings attached to the long staple cotton plantations
for which the low islands are celebrated.

At length we came in sight of a line of sand-hills, with palmetto, pine,
and live-oak growing at their summits, while below was a glittering
beach, stretching away to the south; and close in front, low banks, over
which the white-crested breakers dashed with a fury which made us
careful not to get amongst them.  To the south was a headland, which our
skipper informed us was the north end of Amelia Island.  Close to the
island was a river of the same name, which united with another stream,
the Saint Mary; they together made their way over a bar into the ocean.
Crossing the bar, we passed close under the old Spanish Fort Fernandina,
and shortly after brought up off a modern city called after the fort,
consisting of half a dozen huts.  We were now actually in Florida.


Lejoillie shrugged his shoulders, Rochford looked very blank, and I felt
not a little disappointed; until the judge told us that we had only
reached the most northern extremity of the country.  The sight of what
might some day become a thriving place did not afford us a favourable
specimen of the scenery of Florida.  Though there was not much to admire
in the city itself, we saw several country houses surrounded by trees;
but we were told that the sea-beach on the eastern side of the island,
to the extent of thirty miles, is beautifully level, and so hard as to
afford a delightful drive or ride.

The schooner having discharged her cargo, we again sailed, steering our
course for the mouth of the Saint John River, twenty miles off.

As many of those who read my journal may be unacquainted with Florida,
they may like to have a short description of the country.  First, as to
how it came to be called Florida.  It was so named, it is said, by the
Spaniard, Ponce de Leon, the first European who landed on its shores on
Palm Sunday, 1513, either in honour of the day--Pasqua Florida--or
because, being struck by the number and beauty of the flowers which
covered the ground, he denominated it Terra Florida, or the Flowery
Land.  In shape it somewhat resembles a boot.  The northern portion,
joined to Georgia, is about three hundred miles from east to west; while
the rest of the peninsula, which may be likened to the leg, extending
from the Atlantic to the Gulf of Mexico, is about one hundred miles
across.  On both shores are numerous islands and sand-banks.  There are
neither mountains nor hills even, the greater part of the country rising
but a few feet above the level of the sea.  It contains, however, a
great many lakes and a few rivers.  The largest of the latter--the Saint
John River--rises far away in the south, frequently expanding during the
early part of its course into broad lakes, and in some places closely
approaching the Atlantic coast.  The southern point of Florida reaches
to within twenty-five degrees of the equator, so that the vegetation is
of a tropical character.  Alligators swarm in the streams and pools;
flowering shrubs of rare beauty clothe the banks of every river; and
birds innumerable inhabit the forests, lakes, islets sand-banks, and
sea-coast.

At the time I speak of there were several forts, with small garrisons,
scattered here and there, and a few huts and stores in their
neighbourhood; but the white settlers generally were located on the
Atlantic coast or on the banks of the Saint John; while over the rest of
the country the Seminoles, a detached tribe of the Creeks, who inhabited
Georgia, roamed at large.

"A short time ago," observed the judge, "the State of Georgia resolved
to compel the Cherokees, the most civilised and most powerful of the
Indian tribes, to abandon their territories, and remove to the western
side of the Mississippi.  Though they had written laws and an
established government, the legislature of Georgia refused to allow them
the rights of citizens, and passed a law, declaring `that no Indian, or
descendant of an Indian, residing within the Creek or Cherokee nations
of Indians, shall be deemed a competent witness or party to any suit or
in any court where a white man is defendant.'

"Notwithstanding this, the Cherokees still determined to remain on the
land of their fathers; but when they found that the whole of the white
settlers of Georgia were arrayed against them, knowing that ultimately
they would be compelled to succumb, they accepted the offers of
government, and agreed, provided they were allowed time, to part with
their lands and to remove to the territories allotted to them.  The
Creeks, then a numerous tribe inhabiting the western portion of Georgia,
followed the example of the Cherokees, and consented to remove westward,
although great opposition was offered by many of the chiefs to this
treaty with the white men.

"The government of the United States, having succeeded with these two
tribes, came to the resolution to deal with the Seminoles in the same
manner, and had already issued a notice to their chiefs, ordering them
to make preparations for migrating westward.

"Such was the state of the country at the time of which I am speaking."

Rochford listened to the account given us by the judge, of which the
above is only a brief outline.  I observed his eyes flash, and the
colour mount to his cheeks, but he restrained his feelings sufficiently
to keep silence.

"I am more determined than ever to visit these ill-treated Indians, and
endeavour, by some means or other, to serve them," he said to me
afterwards, as we stood together at a distance from the rest of the
party.

"Let me know when you go," I said; "for I should like to visit the red
men in their native wilds, and learn their ways and customs."

"I will not fail if I have an opportunity," he answered.  As Lejoillie
joined us just then, he made no further remark.


In about three hours we were opposite some sand-hills and a lighthouse
which mark the entrance to Saint John River; but as a long line of
foam-covered breakers was rolling over the bar, our skipper ordered the
sheets to be hauled aft, and we stood off, waiting until the tide had
risen and we could pass with safety.

We had plenty of time to examine the lighthouse, which appeared to be
entirely surrounded by the foaming sea.  Many a gale it had stood, and
being composed of solid masonry, it seemed capable of standing many
more.  Through our glasses we could distinguish a female form standing
on the gallery.  We inquired of the skipper who she was.

"She is the keeper's wife; they say she's not altogether right in her
mind, so he brought her there, that she might be out of harm's way.  My
idea is, she was fond of the bottle; but as she's kept on short
allowance out there, she is not likely to be the worse for liquor."

"Poor creature! what a terrible existence for her, to be compelled to
live from month to month surrounded by water, without seeing any one
except her husband and his mate!" observed the judge's wife.

"To my mind, marm, she's better off up there out of the way of
temptation than she would be if left at home alone hankering after the
grog bottle.  Maybe by the time she gets ashore she'll be cured, and
happier than she was before," observed the skipper.

After making several tacks in sight of the lighthouse, we again kept
before the wind, and the skipper taking the helm, we dashed on boldly
towards the line of foaming breakers.  The water bubbled and hissed
around us, sometimes leaping up and falling with a splash on our deck.
The schooner sailed on, and in a few minutes we were gliding calmly up
the Saint John River, here a mile broad.  We kept to the south shore for
some time, till we came to a cliff some twenty feet in height, covered
at the summit with palmetto, pine, and cedar.

Lejoillie inquired of the skipper the name of the cliff, and was told it
was called Saint John Bluff; upon which he looked at it with great
interest.

"Ah!  I thought so," he said; "it is the scene of the death of many of
my compatriots.  Have you not heard the story?"

"No," I replied; "I thought the Spaniards were the only Europeans who
held possession of the country until it was taken from them by the
English, and being afterwards restored, was sold to the United States."

"Ah! but I speak of some centuries ago, as far back as the year 1562.
The brave Admiral Coligny wishing to found a settlement in the New
World, where his co-religionists might be freed from the persecutions to
which they were subjected, sent out a stout Breton navigator, Jean
Ribaut, to search for a suitable spot.

"Entering the Saint John River, he fixed on yonder bluff, and, taking
possession of it in the name of the King of France, he erected a stone
to mark the site, and returned home with a favourable report.  In a
short time three ships were got ready to convey a large party of
colonists, under the command of a Huguenot gentleman, Rene de
Laudoniere.  On their arrival in the river, the Huguenots built a fort,
which they called Fort Caroline, and strengthened it by stockades,
behind which they might be able to defend themselves against the
Indians, who, ill-treated by the Spaniards, had learned to look upon all
white men as their enemies.

"For many months the colonists were ill supplied with provisions, but
hoping to receive them from home, they struggled on, though closely
surrounded by hostile natives.  At first they endeavoured to win over
the red men; but, pressed by hunger, they made prisoners of some, whom
they detained as hostages, threatening them with punishment if food were
not brought to the camp.  The Indians, resenting this treatment,
informed the Spaniards of the state of the French settlement, when Pedro
de Menendez, who was engaged in the colonisation of the West Indies,
landed on the coast, some miles south of the River Saint John, at the
head of a large band of ruffian troops.  Guided by a party of the
treacherous Indians, he and his band made their way through the forests,
and fell suddenly, sword in hand, on the almost defenceless colonists.
Not a human being who could be overtaken was allowed to escape; men,
women, and children were ruthlessly slaughtered by Menendez and his
savage followers.  When the work was done, he set up a stone, on which
he caused to be engraved, `Not to Frenchmen, but to Lutherans and
heretics.'  Laudoniere, with a small party of followers, had been
outside the fort when it was attacked.  Getting down to the shore, they
made their way on board a ship, one of a small squadron, under the
command of Jean Ribaut, which had just arrived with new settlers and
fresh provisions for the colony.  The ship on board which the gallant
Breton sailed had not reached the mouth of the river, but, encountering
a storm, it had been thrown on shore some leagues farther to the south.
Menendez, on hearing of this, immediately marched in search of the
shipwrecked crew, numbering nearly one hundred men.  Ribaut, on finding
that Fort Caroline had fallen, agreed to surrender under a solemn
promise from Menendez that his life and that of his companions would be
spared.  But no sooner had Ribaut and his party laid down their arms
than they were set upon by the Spaniards, and slaughtered to a man.
When Laudoniere and the surviving colonists returned to France and told
their sad tale, most of their countrymen only shrugged their shoulders,
declaring that it was a fate Huguenots well merited, and the government
declined to take any steps to punish the murderers.

"The history of the cruel act, however, inspired a Breton gentleman,
Dominic de Gourgue, with the desire of avenging the outrage committed on
his co-religionists.  He soon collected round him a small body of
friends animated by his spirit; but as the government would have put a
stop to the expedition, they kept it a secret, giving out when they
sailed that they were bound for the coast of Africa.

"Menendez had, in the meantime, rebuilt Fort Caroline, and established a
colony on the spot.  On the arrival of De Gourgue in Florida, he made
friends with some Indians, who, having been cruelly treated by the
Spaniards, gladly welcomed him.  Guided by his Indian friends, he made
his way through the forests and swamps, just as Menendez had done three
years before.  The French, rushing on, surprised the fort, and put every
Spaniard within it to the sword.  This act of retribution accomplished,
De Gourgue erected a monument, on which he inscribed the words, `Not to
Spaniards, but to robbers and murderers.'  He then set sail for France,
where he arrived in safety.

"Since that day my countrymen have made no attempt to colonise the
country; and from the view we have had of it hitherto, I consider they
have acted wisely."

I thought Monsieur Lejoillie's account very interesting; but I have
since reflected that although De Gourgue's act of vengeance was
sanctioned by the opinions of those days, it was utterly at variance
with the spirit which should animate Christians, who profess to be
guided by the precepts of the gospel.

After this the Spaniards made no attempt to rebuild Fort Caroline; and
Saint Augustine, which was founded shortly after it some thirty miles
farther south on the east coast, may therefore be considered the most
ancient city on the American continent.

Not a vestige remains of Fort Caroline, which, probably being built of
wood, soon fell into decay.

We continued our course west, up the broad river,--which has the
appearance of an estuary, the country being flat and wooded on either
side,--until, rounding a point, we began to steer due south, in the
direction whence the river takes its rise, three hundred miles or so
away.

Passing Cowford, near which now stands the very flourishing town of
Jacksonville, then not in existence, we continued our course up the
stream, here between two and three miles wide.  We could see but little
vegetation on the banks; but as we neared the shore, we saw that they
were covered with forests of pine, live-oak, magnolia, and laurel, with
occasional cypress swamps in the lower ground.  The current was so
sluggish that it impeded us very little; and as we made good way, the
judge expressed a hope that we should reach his house--Roseville--early
the next day.  My uncle's estate was only a few miles farther on, and
the judge invited us to go on shore at his house, and to proceed there
by land; but as my father was anxious to see his brother, he thanked the
judge, and got the skipper to undertake to convey us thus far in the
schooner, which was afterwards to go on to Bluespring, the most southern
settlement then existing on the river.

As night approached, the weather suddenly changed, dark clouds gathering
in the sky.  The thunder roared, the lightning flashed, and the wind
blew with a force which threatened to drive the schooner on the
tree-fringed shore.  We shortened sail, and endeavoured to gain the
eastern bank, where we might have anchored in comparative safety.  The
generally calm surface of the river was broken into foaming seas, which
dashed up over us, while the schooner heeled over to the blast.
Sometimes I thought that our voyage would end in our being carried to
the bottom to become the food of alligators.  Before, however, so
undesirable a catastrophe happened, our skipper bore up and ran for a
creek on the western shore, with the navigation of which he was
fortunately acquainted.  After tearing along for a few minutes before
the wind, we saw by the fast waning light an opening in the trees,
towards which we steered, the branches almost catching our rigging.
After lowering every stitch of canvas, we ran on a short time longer,
and, rounding a point, brought up in what had the appearance of a
lagoon, under the lee of some tall trees.  Darkness suddenly came down
upon us,--such darkness as I had never before witnessed, making the
flashes of lightning which darted through the air, and crackled among
the cypress-trees, appear still more vivid.  The thunder crashed louder
than ever; the wind roared and howled through the forest.  The judge's
wife sat in her cabin, holding her boy in her arms and trying to quiet
his alarm, while she herself retained her composure.  Black Rosa,
however, looked dreadfully frightened, and, crouching at the feet of her
mistress, hid her eyes whenever a louder crash of thunder was heard.

We at length lay down, wrapped in our cloaks, in different parts of the
vessel--on the top of the cargo, or wherever we could find room to
stretch our legs--leaving the little cabin to the judge and his family.
But what with cockroaches crawling over us, and the mosquitoes buzzing
round our ears and running their sharp stings into our flesh, sleep
appeared out of the question.  However, I at length did close my eyes.

When I awoke I went on deck.  The storm had passed away.  Not a breath
of air ruffled the surface of the lagoon, or stirred the boughs of the
surrounding trees,--among which were cypresses, live-oak, water-oak, the
cabbage-palm, and many others, festooned with wreaths of the gorgeous
trumpet-flower of crimson hue, wild-vines, and parasites innumerable;
while a short way off I could distinguish a meadow of tall grass or
reeds a dozen feet in height at least.  All nature seemed alive.
Numberless birds, many of large size, flew through the air or waded on
the banks.  Among them were the black and white wood-ibis, which
appeared in large flocks from among the branches of the trees; there
were blue herons, snow-herons, pelicans, and cranes.  Ever and anon an
osprey could be seen darting into the water, to rise with a fish in his
claws, which he was quickly compelled by the baldheaded eagle to drop.
This true pirate of the air, soaring above on the look-out to deprive
the weaker bird of its prey, generally seized it before it reached the
water.  Here and there, among the water-lilies, I caught sight of a
happy family of small alligators, waiting for an opportunity to lay hold
of the legs of some of the waders, who were, however, too cautious to be
so entrapped.

While I was watching, a herd of deer, headed by a fine stag with
branching horns, came down to the water to drink.  The sight excited my
sporting propensities; and rousing my father, Lejoillie, and Rochford, I
proposed that we should borrow the schooner's boat, and try to get a
shot at them.  The skipper, who had turned out of his bunk forward,
consented to lend it, but advised us to look sharp, as, should a breeze
spring up, he would sail immediately.  Rochford, though the best
sportsman of the party, as he shortly afterwards proved, declined to
come.  Tim and I took the oars, while my father and Lejoillie held their
rifles ready to fire, as soon as we got near enough.

On leaving the schooner we kept close to the bank, so that we might
approach the deer without being observed.  "We should be afther keeping
to windward; but when there is no wind, sure it's a difficult matter to
say which side to pull," whispered Tim to me.

We selected the side from which a point projected thickly covered with
long grass; and on rounding it, we expected to be close to where the
deer were standing.  We roused numberless water-fowl, many of
magnificent plumage; and I saw Lejoillie lift his rifle, as if inclined
to fire.

"If you do, we shall miss the deer, to a certainty," observed my father.
"The birds will stay for us until we come back, so that we can bag them
by-and-by."

I kept my rifle by my side, ready for service.  We rowed on, now and
then knocking a young alligator on the nose as he popped his ugly head
out of the water to have a look at us.

"Faith it isn't a place I'd like to be capsized in," observed Tim in a
low whisper.

At length we got close to the end of the point.  "Now, give way, boys,"
said my father; and we pulled round it as quickly as we could.

In another instant we were face to face with the deer, not thirty yards
away from us.  I drew in my oars.  The herd gazed at the boat a few
moments, giving us time to take a steady aim.  My father hit the buck;
and the same instant I shot a doe, which had turned to fly, but dropped
before she had got many paces.  Lejoillie wounded another; but,
notwithstanding, the animal went off with the rest of the herd.

Tim and I having resumed our oars, we pulled in to secure our prey.
Rushing in among the reeds, we sprang on shore, and quickly put out of
suffering the deer which had first fallen.  Not to lose time, we carried
it to the boat, that it might be cut up on board.  We were returning for
the other, when a number of figures, bursting out of the forest, rushed
towards us; some running to intercept the deer wounded by Lejoillie,
others bounding along in the direction of the one I had shot.  A glance
showed us that they were red men, with feathers in their hair, their
leathern dresses ornamented with  beads and cloth.

"Shove off!" cried my father.  "These fellows don't look very friendly;
and it will be as well to be out of their reach, until we see what
temper they are in."

Doing as he directed, we pulled the boat a short distance away from the
shore, when the Indians, lifting the deer, carried it off, casting a
look of triumph behind them.

"Sure, that's pretty impudent, to carry off our game before our very
eyes!" exclaimed Tim.  "You'll be afther shootin' them, captain, won't
you?"

"I should certainly be sorry to shed blood for a deer," answered my
father; "but we will show them that they do not escape from our want of
the means to punish them."  And lifting the rifle he had just reloaded,
he sent a shot which struck a tree a considerable distance beyond the
Indians.  Observing it, they redoubled their speed, and were soon beyond
our reach.  We had, however, secured one deer, which would afford us
more venison than we could use.

On our return, Lejoillie shot a number of birds of various species,
being highly satisfied with his morning's sport.  Disregarding the
neighbourhood of the Indians, he set up the birds on reaching the
schooner, and began drawing them as rapidly as he could.

The judge seemed greatly surprised at the appearance of the Indians, and
their behaviour.  "I thought that they had all beat a retreat from this
part of the country," he observed.  "It is fortunate that they did not
catch you, for they are treacherous fellows, and would probably have
taken your scalps, as well as your rifles and ammunition; and if they
could have got hold of the boat, they would have boarded the _Great
Alexander_, and to a certainty put us all to death."

Mrs. Shurtleff looked dreadfully frightened, and hugged her boy as the
judge spoke.

"I cannot believe that the noble Indians would have been guilty of so
barbarous an act," exclaimed Rochford.  "They probably considered the
deer their own, and that they were justified in carrying it off."

"Wait, my dear sir, till you have seen more of these red-skinned
gentlemen before you pronounce an opinion," said the judge; and Rochford
was silent.

We lost no time in cutting up the deer, and had some of the venison
steaks for breakfast.  Soon after, a light breeze enabled us to get
clear of the creek, and once more to continue our course up the main
stream.

The judge talked a good deal about the Indians.  "The Redskins require
to be kept in order," he remarked.  "They will not, however, dare to
face white men who show a bold front, as our settlers are sure to do if
attacked."  I did not forget the judge's remarks.  Before long we were
to have fearful proof of the mistaken character of his views.

It was some time past noon when we came in sight of several huts or
shanties scattered along the shore, with a store or two, a chapel of
unpretending architecture, and a few other public buildings, which the
judge pointed out as the commencement of a city.  Soon afterwards,
running into a small bay, we hove-to before a house of superior
pretensions, with a veranda round it, backed by an orange grove, a
vegetable garden and orchard on one side, and plantations of various
sorts on the other.  It was the judge's home.  He warmly pressed my
father and me to accompany him on shore, Rochford and Lejoillie having
accepted the invitation he had given them.  But my father, eager, as I
before remarked, to reach my uncle's house, declined promising, however,
if possible, to visit him on a future day.

CHAPTER THREE.

FIRST VIEW OF MY UNCLE'S HOUSE--THE LANDING--MY COUSINS--WE ARE SHOWN
OVER CASTLE KEARNEY--IN THE ORANGE GROVE--A PLEASANT WALK--MY UNCLE'S
HEALTH--PROPOSED VISIT TO JUDGE SHURTLEFF--A FLORIDA HUMMOCK--RITA AND
THE PUMA--A TIMELY SHOT--CAPTAIN NORTON--SHALL WE TURN BACK?--ARRIVAL
AND RECEPTION AT ROSEVILLE--THE JUDGE ON INDIAN TROUBLES--THE CHIEF INN
OF THE SETTLEMENT--CAPTAIN NORTON AND THE BLACK--AN AGREEABLE EVENING--A
STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE.

"There's where Nicholas Kearney lives," observed the skipper, pointing
to a small island off the left bank of the river, towards which we were
steering.  "I'll send the boat on shore, gentlemen, with you and your
traps, and will heave the schooner to until she returns.  As we shall be
up to the spot in a short time, the sooner you are ready the better."

I looked eagerly ahead, but at first could distinguish only a wood of
cabbage-palms and pines towering above the shrubbery of magnolias and
laurels.  As we got nearer, I caught sight of the roof of a house on the
inner side of the island.  We had enough to do, however, in getting our
traps into the boat, which was hauled up alongside.  The schooner was
hove-to, and two blacks stepping in to pull, we wished the skipper
farewell, and shoved off.

"I trust you may find your brother better than you expect, captain," he
said, as he waved his hand.

We had some little distance to go, as we had to row to the western or
inner side of the island, where the captain told us we should find the
only landing-place.  As we approached, our astonishment was considerable
on seeing the style of house inhabited by my uncle and his family.  It
was a building of considerable pretensions, erected on piles close to
the edge of the water, above which it rose with a somewhat sombre and
gloomy aspect.  Not a window could be seen on the lower story, and the
only entrance, which had the appearance of a gateway, with a portcullis,
looked towards the mainland, to which access was obtained by a
drawbridge, lowered and raised by two heavy chains.  A broad veranda ran
round the building above the ground-floor, on which the windows,
unusually narrow, opened.  From the part of the veranda above the
entrance of the gate, projected the muzzles of two ship's guns,
commanding the approach to the house on the opposite side.  The windows
of the upper story were exceedingly small, and seemed intended to serve
as loopholes for musketry, as well as to afford light to the rooms.  The
building was entirely surrounded by a strong palisade of stout timber;
and besides this, there was, along the edge of the water, an outer line
of defence of the same character, pierced here and there with loopholes.
Altogether, it had the appearance of a regular fortress of the olden
days; though, if attacked by an enemy possessing cannon, it could not
have afforded protection to its garrison for a single hour.  But it was
well calculated to resist an attack from Indians, even if armed with
musketry.

"How are we to get in?" asked my father.  "Stop, massa cap'n, me
holloa," said one of the rowers.  "Hi dare, Pedro Manoel, one ob you
<DW65>s dare.  Some gen'lemen come to see padrone; hurry up an' let dem
in."

Instead of a black, a youth appeared on the balcony with a rifle in his
hand; but seeing us, he waved his hand, and quickly disappeared.

In a short time a small wicket in the palisade, which we had not before
noticed, was opened, and the same youth appeared, and pointed to some
steps by which we could reach it.

"Who are you?" he asked, as we got up.

"My son and I have come to visit my brother, Nicholas Kearney," said my
father.

"What! are you Uncle Michael, to whom my father wrote some time back?"
exclaimed the youth.  "He'll be very glad to see you, for he has been
doubting whether you would come."  And the speaker, who was, as I
rightly conjectured, my cousin Carlos, turning round, shouted up a
passage, when several blacks came rushing down, and forthwith began
assisting Tim and me in landing our traps.

Dismissing the boat with a present to the crew, we followed Carlos up
the dark passage which led into the interior of the building.  On
reaching the upper floor, we had abundance of light.

"I'll tell my father of your arrival," said Carlos.  "It might agitate
him too much if you walked in without being announced.  In the meantime,
you will find my mother and sisters in yonder room.  As the windows look
up the river, they did not perceive your arrival.--Go and tell the
ladies that Captain Kearney and his son have arrived," said Carlos to
one of the blacks, who appeared to be a butler or major-domo.

By this time I had been able to observe my young cousin.  His figure was
small but well built, his features regular, his complexion and black
hair showing his Spanish descent.  He seemed to be wonderfully
self-possessed, and his manners were those, as far as I could judge, of
a well-bred young gentleman.  That Carlos might have time to prepare
Uncle Nicholas for our arrival, we followed the servant into the
sitting-room.

"Who do you say?" asked a voice in Spanish, as the black announced us.

The man had time to repeat what he had said before we advanced.  On
entering the room we saw three ladies, the eldest one with a
spinning-wheel by her side, the other two, evidently my young cousins,
busily plying their needles.

On hearing our names, the two girls, jumping from their seats, hurried
forward to meet us, exclaiming, "Uncle Michael!--Cousin Maurice!" and as
they did so, they presented their fair cheeks to be kissed.

The elderly lady rose more leisurely, and with stately politeness
welcomed us to Castle Kearney.  "My husband will indeed rejoice to see
you," she said in very good English.  "He has been a sad invalid for a
long time, and keeps much to his own room.  He told us that he had
written to you, and was sure that you would come if you were able, so
that we had begun to look out for your arrival, though we scarcely
expected that you could reach us so soon.  He is full of anxiety about
the present and future of the country, which, owing to the warlike
character of the natives, he considers to be in a more alarming
condition than most settlers will allow; hence the fortified state of
our dwelling-house, with which you must have been struck as you
approached."

My father replied that he considered his brother had shown wisdom in
protecting his family against any attack which might be made on the
house by the Indians.  He then explained how we had been fortunate in
finding a vessel sailing for Savannah, and had come on without a
moment's delay.  My cousins and I were soon engaged in a lively
conversation, they rapidly asking questions which I had to answer.

On hearing that Judge Shurtleff and his wife and little boy had
returned, they both declared that they must, as soon as possible, go and
pay a visit to the lady, who was a great friend of theirs, though
Juanita said that she could not admire her taste in marrying the old
judge.

"But then she has such a charming little boy; he is a great pet of
ours," exclaimed Rita.

When I told her how nearly he had been lost, and how Rochford had leaped
overboard to save him, she exclaimed--

"Oh, I should so like to see your friend!  He must be a fine fellow."

"What if he were a little hump-backed man, with one eye?"  I observed,
laughing.  "Still the gallantry he displayed would be the same, and
probably he would have run still greater risk of being drowned.
However, as he is staying with the judge, you will be able to form an
opinion about him if you go over to see your friends."

The conversation was here interrupted by the entrance of Carlos to
summon us to his father's room.  My uncle, who had risen from a network
hammock in which he had been reclining, stretched out both his hands,
and grasping those of my father, exclaimed as he looked him in the
face--

"I knew, Michael, that we loved each other as boys, and that age would
not diminish your affection more than it has mine.  Your coming proves
that I was right; and I thank you, I thank you."  As he spoke, he threw
his arms round his brother's neck and burst into tears.

My father then introduced me to my uncle, who gave me an affectionate
reception.  In a short time Carlos returned, and invited me to come with
him, which I gladly did, that I might leave the two brothers to
themselves.

"Would you like to inspect our castle, and see my guns, and dogs, and
fishing-tackle?  Or do you wish to go back to the girls, to whom you
appear to have had plenty to say just now when I interrupted you?"

He spoke in a somewhat sarcastic tone, which I did not altogether like.

"I shall be happy to return to the young ladies if you think they wish
it," I answered.

"Oh, of course; they cannot fail to be delighted with a young gentleman
who can give them all the news of the old country," he answered, leading
the way back to the drawing-room.

"Here, girls, Cousin Maurice puts himself at your disposal; talk away as
long as you like, and when you have done with him send for me.  I in the
meantime have matters of importance to attend to."  Having made this
remark, he hurried out of the room with an air which made me much
inclined to laugh.  My fair cousins, however, did not appear to notice
the style of his exit, and talked on as before, asking all sorts of
questions, and answering those I put to them.  My aunt spoke little;
indeed, I was struck with her reserved manner and melancholy expression
of countenance.  After a time Carlos returned.

"Well, are you now inclined to take a stroll round our castle and
grounds?" he said.

"With much pleasure," I replied.

"We'll go too," exclaimed the young ladies together; and each putting on
a large straw hat which lay near them, they accompanied us.

Carlos led the way with the air of a person who considers himself master
of the house.  He first showed me the various rooms, which opened into a
broad passage, and then going into the veranda, he pointed out how
completely it commanded the approaches to the house on every side.

"You see these two guns, and you observe that we can wheel them round to
any point which may be attacked.  Not that I, for my part, believe the
Redskins will ever venture to come near us."

The house, I saw, was built on a point, so that, except on one side, it
was surrounded by water.  The upper floor to which he conducted us
contained several rooms.  The roof, however, was low, the windows
narrow, and so placed that musketry could be fired from them in all
directions, or missiles could also be showered down on the heads of any
assailants who might reach the gallery below.  The rooms were furnished
in a way suitable to the climate, and wore an air of neatness and
comfort.  Two of them, I guessed, from their appearance, belonged to my
fair cousins; while another, the walls of which were ornamented with
guns and pistols, swords, bows and other Indian weapons, Carlos told me
was his.

At the back of the house were outbuildings and huts, in which the blacks
on the property lived; and the whole of the rest of the island was
occupied by an orange grove and garden, in which grew a great variety of
vegetables.

"Now you must come down and see the lower regions of our castle," said
Carlos, descending the steps.

The ground-floor had but a few strongly-barred windows, opening on the
water, which we had not observed on approaching, and a single door into
the back of the house.  There was a kitchen of large size on one side,
and on the other the rooms of the domestics.

"We are not without our dungeon," said Carlos, striking his hand against
a strongly-barred door.  "A captive would find it a difficult task to
get out of this, and it has safely held more than one in its time."

"As soon as Maurice is satisfied with a sight of this gloomy place, I
hope that he will come and see the garden," exclaimed Rita, I of course
said, "Yes."

Two fine dogs, whose kennels were near the entrance, came up, wagging
their tails, and rubbing their noses against my legs, as if to know me
again.  A short distance to the right were some open sheds serving as
stables, in which were several stout horses, generally called mustangs
in that part of the world.  The girls said that they and their brother
frequently rode out on horseback, but that of late they were not allowed
to go far from home.  Passing the huts of the slaves, which for economy
of space were huddled close to the stables, we entered the orange grove.
It was the first I had been in.  In all directions ran small aqueducts
formed of bamboo, so that the ground might be easily irrigated.  The
water, my cousins told me, was let on every evening, and while we were
there, we saw it trickling along the miniature canals, and almost
instantly the flowers gave forth the most delicious perfume.

"That's what the Spaniards call `returning thanks,'" observed Juanita.
"It is a pretty idea, is it not?"

Carlos, fancying that I took more pleasure in the society of his
sisters, left us, and I had a pleasant stroll round the whole island
with my cousins.  They showed me that the wild trees I had seen coming
up the river were left there merely as a protection to the garden, and I
saw that the stockades which surrounded the island were so placed as to
prevent any persons landing, and might serve also as an outer
fortification to the castle.  When we returned to the house, we found
supper prepared, and my uncle, accompanied by my father, entered the
room.

"Why, papa, you are already better for Uncle Michael's coming," said
Rita, giving him a kiss.

"I feel so," answered Uncle Nicholas.  "I hope, before long, to be
myself again, and be able to show him and Maurice some of the wonders of
the country."

The young ladies, mentioning the arrival of the judge, begged permission
to ride over the next morning to pay their friend his wife and little
Paul a visit.

"You need have no fear of Indians," observed Carlos; "for it is said
that the few families which occasionally visited this neighbourhood have
moved away west, having probably made up their minds to accept the
offers of the government and vacate the country."

When I mentioned our encounter with the Indians in the lagoon, he
replied that they were probably a party of hunters who considered that
they had a better right to the deer than we had, and that,
notwithstanding the apprehensions of the old judge, they would not
likely have molested us; besides which, as the place was a long way off,
we should certainly not meet with them on our contemplated excursion.
Though my uncle at first offered some objections to the proposal, he
ultimately gave his daughters permission to make the excursion.

Tim came into my room before he went to bed, and expressed himself as
highly satisfied with his quarters.

"Sure, it's a fine place, Mr. Maurice,--a regular castle.  The
drawbridge is raised and the portcullis closed, so that a thieving
Redskin would find it a hard matter to make his way in.  From what I
hear, it is not unlikely that before long they'll be trying to drive the
whites out of the country."

"I heard very differently at supper," I observed.  "My uncle is
satisfied they are peaceably disposed, and that there will be no more
trouble about them."

"That's because he gets his knowledge from the whites, Mr. Maurice.  The
<DW65> boys know more of what's going on than they do."

After breakfast next morning we set out on our expedition.  Carlos had
provided me with a pony like those he and his sisters rode.  We were
accompanied by Toby, a black boy, who went to hold the horses and make
himself useful in any other way, and by Tim, who carried a rifle.  I
took mine, and Carlos said that he never went out without a brace of
pistols and a fowling-piece.

The ground in the immediate neighbourhood of Castle Kearney was part of
my uncle's property, and was well cultivated; but we very soon got into
the primeval forests, where the woodman's axe had been employed only in
cutting a path along which baggage animals could proceed in single file.
The trees were mostly live-oak or pine, amid which grew magnolias and
laurels.  The ground was very uneven, though from the river it looked
level.  We had to cross what is called a hummock, which was in reality a
depression, but not low enough to be swampy.  Here grew huge
cabbage-palms, cotton-trees, and scarlet maples, with a dense
undergrowth of sumach, hydrangeas, azaleas, and many other shrubs; while
from the branches hung in profusion wild-vines, convolvuli of many
colours, and numerous other parasites.  The path was so narrow, that
although we had previously contrived to ride two abreast, we were now
obliged to allow one to go before the other.  Rita, with whom I had been
riding, whipping on her pony, dashed forward, exclaiming,--"I am in my
native land; it is my duty to show you the way, Maurice."


Several trees had fallen over the path, which was exceedingly rough.
Her little mustang leaped them, however, with wonderful activity, and
mine followed.  She had got some distance ahead, when suddenly I heard
her utter a cry; her pony stopped short; I saw her clasp her hands as if
paralysed with fear.  She had cause for alarm.  Not five paces off,
crawling along the top of a bank, was a huge puma, apparently about to
spring upon her.  In another instant the monster might have seized her
in its paws and carried her into the jungle, where none of us could have
followed.  I shouted to try and frighten the brute, and endeavoured in
the meantime to unsling my rifle; but my pony, alarmed, endeavoured to
turn round, and I was compelled to handle my rein to make him go
forward: indeed, it would have been difficult to fire without a fearful
risk of injuring my cousin.  While I was endeavouring to make my horse
move forward, and at the same time to unsling my rifle, expecting every
moment to see the puma make its fatal spring, I heard a shot, and the
animal, leaping into the air, fell over dead close to the pony's feet.
On looking round, I saw that it was a stranger on horseback who had
fired the shot.

I made my way up to Rita's side, for I thought she would have fallen,
but she quickly recovered herself.

"I was in a dreadful fright, Maurice," she said; "but you saved me from
the creature's claws by your timely shot."

"No, it was that person out there," I said, pointing to the stranger,
who now, leaping over the fallen trunks, joined us close to where the
puma lay.

He bowed politely to Rita, and I now saw by his uniform that he was a
military officer.  Of course, I thanked him, as did my cousin.  On the
rest of the party coming up, they joined us in expressing our gratitude.

He laughed as he answered, "I should have been glad to have killed the
beast at all events, so pray don't thank me.  Let me ask where you are
going.  I don't think it prudent for ladies to be riding through the
country without a large escort."

On hearing that we were going to the judge's, he advised us to hasten
on, saying that he was going in the same direction, and would be happy
to accompany us.  He introduced himself as Captain Norton, and told us
that he had received information that a band of Indians was in the
neighbourhood, and that he was about to collect a party of volunteers to
defend the settlement should they exhibit any hostile intentions.
Hearing this, I proposed to Carlos to return; but he was of opinion that
as we had already performed three-fourths of the distance, we should
proceed to the settlement, observing that there were plenty of people to
defend Castle Kearney, that a sharp look-out was always kept there, and
that it was very improbable that the Indians, even if they were intent
on mischief, would venture to attack it.

Captain Norton agreed with Carlos; and as Rita had now recovered from
her fright, we continued our course as before.

Getting clear of the hummock, we were now in more open ground.  In a
short time a hut came in sight, then another and another, and we found
that we were in the suburbs of Roseville.  The huts varied in character,
though most were of the roughest description.  Some were built of logs
placed horizontally one upon another, others were frame erections
covered with boards; very few were of a more substantial character.  At
last several edifices of superior architectural pretensions, having two
stories and broad verandas on all the sides, and surrounded by gardens
and orchards, came into view.

Captain Norton parted from us at the outskirts of the settlement, saying
that he should have to call officially on the judge, and hoped to hear
that Miss Kearney had not suffered any ill effects from the alarm she
had experienced.

"You need be under no apprehensions on that score, captain," said Rita,
laughing; "I am quite myself again, though none the less grateful to you
for having saved me from the claws of that hideous creature."

The judge was pacing up and down the broad veranda surrounding his
house, while little Paul, with a hobby-horse between his legs, was
trotting about, watched over by black Rosa.  The judge waved his hand
while he shouted indoors to his wife, "Marian, Marian, here come our
friends from Castle Kearney."  Then taking hold of Master Paul's hand,
he ordered Rosa to call the boys to look after the horses.

Mrs. Shurtleff quickly made her appearance, and she and her husband
greeted the young ladies as they ran up the steps, and gave Carlos and
me a cordial welcome.  When the judge heard of Rita's narrow escape, he
exclaimed--

"We must have a broad road cut through that hummock.  It will not be
safe to traverse until that's done.  We are all deeply indebted to
Captain Norton for his timely shot, and I shall be happy to make his
acquaintance if he comes here."


We inquired for Rochford and Lejoillie.

"They went away at daybreak into the forest--the one bent on
slaughtering game, the other on collecting objects of natural history.
A clever fellow is that Frenchman, and I have begged him to remain here
as long as he can find subjects for scientific research," he answered.

When we told him the object of Captain Norton's visit to Roseville, he
laughed, and replied--

"I don't believe the Indians will venture near the place; they know too
well the effect of our fellows' rifles.  Since I came home, I find that
a treaty has been entered into with them.  The meeting took place at
Payne's Landing, on the Ocklawaha River, and they have agreed, in the
course of a few months, to move westward across the Mississippi, where
the Creeks and Cherokees are also about to migrate; so that we shall, in
a short time, I hope, see the end of all these Indian troubles."

We found that the judge had business to attend to, and Carlos suggested
that we should take a stroll through the settlement.  We had got some
little distance, when my companion pointed out, with a laugh, the chief
inn of the place, in front of which, nailed to a tree, hung the sign of
"The General Washington."  It was a weather-boarded shanty, fixed up in
an open space between several trees, which the builder had not thought
it worth while to cut down.  From the boughs hung several cages full of
birds, while a number of hideous little mongrel dogs ran about, attended
by a black boy, who sat on the steps, apparently having nothing else to
do than to scratch his woolly pate.  As we approached, Captain Norton
rode up, and calling to the boy, directed him to summon his master.

"What you want him for, massa cap'n?" asked the black.

"I tell you to call him," answered the captain.

"Him fast 'sleep in him hammock now.  No want to be 'sturbed."

"Go and call him, whether he is asleep or awake," said the captain,
getting angry.

Just then a person, who I had no doubt was "mine host," appeared at the
door, though as unlike my notion of what a landlord should be as
possible.

"Wal, cap'n, what do you want?" he asked.

"I am sent to require you, and all able-bodied men to turn out armed,
for the defence of the country, and of this settlement in particular,
against the Redskins, who, we have information, are approaching the
place with the intention of attacking it."

"I guess though we'll soon put them to the right about," answered mine
host.  "Won't you step in and liquor?"

The officer excused himself, and having mentioned the spot where the
volunteers were to rendezvous, he turned his horse and rode towards us.
We asked him what success he had had in obtaining recruits.

"Those living on the outskirts are willing enough," he said; "but some
of those whose houses are near the river, and who believe that the
Indians will not molest them, are less inclined to turn out."

As our new friend had to hurry on, we parted with him; but he promised
to call at the judge's in the evening.

Wherever we went, we found people talking about the supposed approach of
the Indians, though no one seemed to think there was much chance of
their attacking the settlement.  We hoped, on getting back, to find
Rochford and Lejoillie; but they had not returned.  Soon afterwards,
Captain Norton came in, and the judge and Mrs. Shurtleff, by their kind
reception, at once made him feel at home.  He appeared to be much struck
with my cousins, and I heard him observe to the judge's wife that he was
not aware such charming young ladies were to be found in that part of
the country.  Rita was, at all events, well pleased to listen to his
conversation, which was lively and sensible.

Late in the evening Lejoillie arrived, guided by a black whom he had
engaged for the purpose.  He had lost sight, he said, of Rochford, and
though he had hunted about in every direction, he could not rejoin him.
He hoped, however, that he would before long find his way home.

Latterly we became somewhat uneasy at the non-appearance of our
countryman.  Could he possibly have fallen into the hands of Indians?
If so, anxious as he was to serve them, they, ignorant of this, would
kill and scalp him as certainly as they would any other white man.

The night passed on.  The judge sent us to our sleeping-rooms, saying
that he would have a watch kept to let our friend in, should he appear.
The captain had, I found, also sent out scouts, to prevent the risk of
the settlement being surprised; and before he turned in, he rode round,
to ascertain that they were on the alert.

CHAPTER FOUR.

ROCHFORD'S DISAPPEARANCE--ORGANISING A SEARCHING PARTY--MUSTER OF THE
ROSEVILLE VOLUNTEERS--THE START--A PINE-BARREN--THROUGH HUMMOCKS,
SWAMPS, AND FORESTS--A MID-DAY HALT--THE ALARM--STRANGE BEHAVIOUR OF OUR
PARTY--RECOVERY FROM THE PANIC--SCOUTS--ROCHFORD AND THE NATIVE CHIEF--
THE RETURN TO ROSEVILLE--AN INTRODUCTION TO THE JUDGE--OUR NATIVE
GUEST--HIS STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE--WHAT CAPTAIN NORTON KNEW ABOUT HIM--A
PLEASANT DISCOVERY--RUMOURS OF INDIAN OUTRAGES--HUNTING EXPEDITION--
ROCHFORD AND JUANITA--GOOD EXCUSES--AN INCIDENT IN THE ORANGERY--CUBAN
BLOOD-HOUND--AN OCELOT--A SUCCESSFUL DAY--ROCHFORD AGAIN GOES OFF--
SEARCH FOR HIM--A NOTE OF EXPLANATION RECEIVED--RETURN HOME.

When I awoke in the morning, I sincerely hoped to find that Rochford had
returned; but on inquiry I was told that he had not made his appearance,
nor had any news been received of him.  Lejoillie, who had taken a great
liking to him, became more and more anxious, especially when he heard
that Indians were in the neighbourhood.

"I have no wish to lose my scalp, even for the sake of science; and it
will be a great disappointment to me if I am unable to continue my
travels through the country," he remarked.

"You need not be anxious," said the judge; "these Indian troubles will
soon be put a stop to.  If Rochford doesn't return during the morning,
we must organise an expedition to search for him.  I fear that I cannot
undergo the fatigue myself, but I will use my influence with others; and
with the assistance of Captain Norton, we may send out a strong body,
who will defy the Redskins, should any be met with.  In my opinion,
however, the appearance of a few hunters, or a single family or so,
probably gave rise to the report."

The judge's idea was entertained by the greater part of the inhabitants,
and, I suspect, contributed not a little to the readiness with which
they volunteered to form a party to go in search of our missing friend.
Captain Norton, who was met by an orderly and four troopers, had to
leave us and push on to carry out his instructions.  Before he left, he
warned the people not to venture far from the settlement.  He especially
counselled Carlos not to allow his sisters to return by land, but
advised that, as soon as possible, they should go back by the river, as
he considered that Castle Kearney was the safest place in the
neighbourhood.  The remainder of the day was spent in preparations; and
it was agreed that the party should set off the next morning, should
Rochford in the meantime not have made his appearance.

Carlos at first declared that as he had nothing to do with the stranger,
he should remain to look after his sisters; but he afterwards consented
to join the party, Tim and I, with Lejoillie, felt ourselves bound to
go.

As Rochford did not return, the Roseville volunteers assembled in front
of the judge's house at daybreak, the time agreed on.  They formed a
motley group, in every variety of costume: some were whites, others
brown men and blacks, with two or three half-caste Indians.  The
question was, who should take the command.  The judge would have been
the proper person; but as he could not possibly go--and had he done so,
he would have greatly impeded the progress of more active men--
Lejoillie, though a stranger, was requested to lead the party.

"For one object I will go," he said.  "I am not fond of fighting; but I
wish to find my friend, and will endeavour to conduct you to the best of
my ability."

We mustered between thirty and forty men and boys, with all sorts of
arms and, as I have said, in every variety of costume.  Each man had
been directed to carry provisions for his own consumption, as we should
certainly be out the whole of one day, and perhaps for a night and a
second day.  I don't know what Captain Norton would have said had he
seen us as we marched along in a straggling fashion, many of the men
with pipes in their mouths, and all either talking or laughing loudly.

Having left the settlement behind, we crossed a wide extent of prairie
land, where the sun beat down on our heads, and we had to force our way
among the sharp teeth of the saw-palmetto, which scratched our legs and
tore our trousers, and sometimes inflicted disagreeable wounds.  Then we
came to what is called a "pine-barren;" the ground being flat and the
soil of a sandy nature, out of which rose enormous tall pines, having
beneath them a growth of rank grass, and here and there clumps of low
bushes, well calculated to conceal an enemy, while our course was often
impeded by fallen trunks and half-burned stumps.  Several times we had
to turn aside to avoid the swampy ponds, fringed with tall saw-grass;
from amid which rose snipes, plovers, and wild-ducks, and occasionally
flocks of the beautiful white egret and snowy heron.  The water was
brackish, and covered with lilies of varied colours; from amid which,
every now and then, alligators popped out their heads to look at us.
Other birds, among them the great sand-hill crane, stalked about, until,
uttering loud whoops, they took to flight, frightened by our shouts.

When we came to spots where the forest was too thick to see far ahead,
we sent out scouts; but I observed that few of the men were willing to
get out of hearing of the main body.  At last we found ourselves in
another hummock: a dense jungle of tall cabbage-palms, oaks, hickory and
cotton-trees, with an undergrowth of shrubs such as are to be found only
in carefully-cultivated gardens in England--hydrangeas, azaleas,
lobelias, and shrubs and creepers of varied colours and gorgeous hues;
while overhead the green leaves of the wild-vine and other climbers
formed a delicious roof to shelter us from the sun's rays.  Out of the
wood burst forth a concert of song-birds, amid which the notes of the
sweet-toned mocking-bird could be especially distinguished.  To Carlos
it was no novelty, nor was it to most of our companions; but Lejoillie
and I were delighted.

We had as yet discovered no trace of our friend.  The few woodmen we met
had seen nothing of him.  We had passed the spot where Lejoillie and he
had separated; and we felt convinced that unless we took a much wider
range, we should have little chance of finding him.

Several of the party now called out that they were getting hungry; and
as we had reached a shady spot, we agreed to halt and dine.

"Before we do so, gentlemen, we must ascertain that no enemies are
lurking in the neighbourhood," said Lejoillie.


Accordingly, he directed three of the men, who had proved to be the best
scouts, to push forward and examine the ground around us.  Many of the
party had unstrapped their wallets; some had thrown themselves on the
ground; and others had gone to a green and unattractive pool to obtain
water.

Two of the scouts had come in, and assured us that they could discover
no trace of the red men.  "We may then venture to recruit our strength,
my friends," said Lejoillie.

Carlos and I seated ourselves before a fire kindled by Tim, at which he
was cooking some slices of bacon.  Our motley party lay about in all
directions: some had thrown aside their coats, as well as their shoes
and hats; and others had even taken off their shirts, that they might
the more completely enjoy the cool air.  We had begun our meal, and
Lejoillie was offering Carlos a _petit verre_ from a bottle he carried
at his side, when suddenly a shout was raised--"The Redskins! the
Redskins are upon us!"

"Stand to your arms, men!" cried Lejoillie, leaping up.

Carlos and I, following his example, seized our rifles; Tim did the
same.  But the words produced a terrifying effect on the rest of our
companions, who, without waiting to ascertain the number of our enemies
or how far off they were, took to their heels, and scampered away,
leaving their hats, coats, and shoes behind them, many even forgetting
their rifles.  In vain Carlos, Lejoillie, and I shouted to them to stop.

"Halt, ye villains! halt!" cried Tim, "or I'll be afther sendin' a shot
among ye that'll make a hole in one of your backs."

Tim's threat produced no effect, and away went our brave party, tumbling
over each other; and certainly, had the Redskins been close at hand,
every one of us would have been scalped.

The scout who had given the alarm, and who was a brave fellow, now
joined us, and explained that he had seen a large party of Indians in
the distance, making, as he supposed, towards the hummock; and that he
had shouted out, not supposing that his warning would have produced so
terrifying an effect.

Lejoillie directed him to hurry on, and try to induce the men to come
back for their clothes and arms; and to point out to them that should
their flight be discovered by the Indians, they would certainly follow,
believing they would obtain an easy victory; whereas, if we were to halt
and show a bold front, they would probably not attempt to molest us.

Tim accompanied the scout, and fortunately overtaking the fugitives,
gave them Lejoillie's message.  Having pointed out that we had remained
behind, and that the Indians were still at a distance, they induced them
at length to come back and collect their scattered garments.  We then
retreated at a rapid rate, in somewhat better order than before, as we
were anxious to get out of the hummock, where the Indians, had they
discovered us, would have taken us at a great disadvantage.  In the open
prairie, or even in the pinewood, we should have no fear of the Indians,
though more numerous than ourselves, as our rifles would tell with more
deadly effect than their inferior arms or bows and arrows.  I cannot say
that I felt very confident that, should an enemy appear, the Roseville
volunteers would not again cut and run.  I must say, however, that most
of the heroes looked very much ashamed of themselves.  The truth was,
they had been seized with a panic, such as occurs sometimes even among
regular troops.  Lejoillie, who was acting as their leader, was a
stranger to them, and they probably also had very little confidence in
each other.  Having got to a sufficient distance from the hummock to
prevent it affording shelter to an enemy firing at us, a halt was
called, and Lejoillie advised that scouts should be sent back to
ascertain the whereabouts of the Indians.

Carlos and I volunteered to undertake the duty.  On hearing this, Tim
stepped forward.

"Sure, Mr. Maurice dear, it'll be better for me, an old soldier,
accustomed to the ways of the savages, to go out and scout than you," he
said.  "What could I say to the capt'n if the varmints were to shoot you
down and take your scalp?"

"I am not afraid of that," I said.  "If my cousin and I hang back, we
cannot expect the rest of the people to show any courage; though I shall
be very glad if you will accompany us."

"Then, Mr. Maurice dear, I'll go with you," said Tim; "and if I say,
`Run,' just promise me that you will run; and I won't say it unless I
see it is the best thing to be done."

To this I agreed, knowing that Tim was a stanch old soldier, who would
not beat a retreat unless we were likely to be overpowered.

On seeing us prepared to set out, two other men stepped forward who had
before acted as scouts.  We made our way as rapidly as we could towards
the hummock.  Advancing quickly through the forest, keeping ourselves
concealed from any one in front by stooping down behind bushes, or
running from one trunk to another, we reached the spot where our party
had so ignominiously taken to flight, without having seen an enemy.
After this, we expected every instant to discover the Indians who had
caused the alarm, as, unless they had halted, they could not be far off.
We had thus worked our way to the farther side of the hummock, when
looking out from behind a tree I had just reached, I saw two persons
advancing across the open, neither of whom had much the look of an
Indian.

"Sure that's not the band of Redskins that set our fellows running so
hard!" exclaimed Tim, who had at the same time caught sight of the two
men.

As they drew nearer, to my infinite satisfaction I discovered that one
was Rochford.  It was difficult to determine whether the other, a tall,
fine-looking man in hunter's costume, was an Indian or a white.

There being no further need for concealment, I hurried forward, followed
by Tim, when Rochford and his companion rapidly advanced to meet us.

"Where have you been?"  I exclaimed.  "We feared that you had met with
some accident, and we have been hunting for you all the morning."

"I am sorry to have caused you and my other friends any anxiety, but I
could not help myself," he answered.  "While chasing a deer which I had
wounded, I was made prisoner by a band of natives, who dragged me off,
and were about, I feared, to put me to death, supposing that I was a
settler, when my companion here, who is a chief of importance among
them, made his appearance.  On my explaining who I was, and my object in
coming to Florida, he at once set me at liberty, and treated me with the
greatest kindness.  As he appeared anxious to see the settlement, I
induced him to accompany me to Roseville, having pledged myself for his
safety."

"No one would wish to interfere with him," I observed.  "I feel very
sure he will meet with a friendly reception."

To my surprise, the Indian chief, turning to me, said, in perfectly good
English--

"I know that I can rely on the honour of an Irishman.  My sole object in
entering the settlement is to assure the white inhabitants that my
countrymen desire peace, and that they need be under no apprehension of
an attack from us.  All we wish is to retain our hunting-grounds, and to
cultivate our lands unmolested."

While we were speaking, Carlos and the two other men came up, when
Rochford's companion repeating what he had said to me, they invited him
to accompany us back to the settlement.  On our way I inquired of
Rochford what could have caused our scout to suppose that a band of
Indians was approaching.

"He must have seen my new friend's followers in the distance," he
answered.  "They set out to accompany him, but returned by his
directions to a wood a short distance from this.  There are a couple of
hundred of them, fine-looking fellows, all well-armed, and evidently
devoted to him.  It proves, I think, his friendly disposition; for, were
he ill disposed, they might pounce down on the settlement at any moment,
and destroy it before the inhabitants could have time to defend
themselves."

"Then he does not altogether rely on your safe-conduct; for he knows
well that should the inhabitants of Roseville attempt to detain him he
would quickly be rescued by his followers," I remarked.

Lejoillie showed his delight at recovering Rochford by giving him a warm
embrace; and then turning to the chief, he welcomed him cordially.

I observed that the latter carefully eyed the countenances of our
companions, as if wishing to ascertain if any of them knew him, while,
at the same time, he kept his rifle in his hand, ready for instant use.
When we began our march, he came alongside Rochford, Carlos, and me, in
the rear of the party, who now hurried on, eager to get back to their
homes.

He addressed himself especially to Carlos, from whom, it appeared to me,
he was endeavouring to obtain information which neither Lejoillie nor I
was able to give him.  It was late in the evening by the time we reached
Roseville.  The judge, on seeing Rochford, blamed him for having caused
us so much anxiety.

"Now we've got you, we'll not let you run away again," he exclaimed,
shaking him by the hand.

Rochford then introduced his Indian companion.

"I have seen many of your people, but I don't know that I have ever
before met you," observed the judge, eyeing him narrowly.

"I am fonder of the chase than of war or treaty-making with the whites,"
answered the Indian.  "I have visited you now for the sake of assuring
you of the friendly feelings of my people, so that you may rest in quiet
without any apprehensions of an attack from us."

"I said so!  I always said that the red men were well disposed!"
exclaimed the judge.  "I expect Captain Norton back to-morrow, and I
should be happy if you could remain, and give him the same assurances
that you have given me."

"I would willingly have an interview with Captain Norton, but my stay
here must be short.  I will leave you to repeat to him the assurances of
our pacific intentions," answered the Indian.

The judge's wife and my cousins now made their appearance.  The Indian
chief appeared to regard them with great admiration.  They on their part
declared that he was very agreeable and good-looking, and that he
behaved like a polished gentleman, conducting himself at table with
thorough propriety.

The judge offered him a bed, but he declined, saying that, accustomed as
he was to sleeping in the open air, he should prefer to pass the night
in the veranda,--where a hammock was accordingly slung for him, so that
he might occupy it whenever he felt disposed.


I forgot to say that Rochford, being introduced to my cousins, at once
entered into conversation, and appeared to be winning his way into their
good graces.  He seemed much pleased when Carlos invited him to Castle
Kearney.

After the ladies had retired, the gentlemen sat up some time smoking
their havannahs, the Indian taking part in the conversation.

At last we all turned in to our respective quarters, the judge having,
some time before, set us the example.  On looking out of the door of the
room I occupied, which opened on to the veranda, I saw the Indian throw
himself into the hammock.  In another minute he was apparently fast
asleep.

On awaking early the next morning, the first sound I heard was the voice
of black Rose, little Paul's nurse, uttering exclamations of surprise.
Presently I heard the judge's voice; and on looking out, I saw them
examining, with puzzled looks, the hammock in which the Indian guest had
slept.  One of the ropes had apparently been cut, and the hammock had
come to the ground.

"Can anything have happened to him?  Where can he have gone to?"
exclaimed our host.  "Hunt about, Rose, and see if you can find him
anywhere."

"Me ask Toby," said Rose; "he up early, perhaps he see him."

Toby was the black boy of the establishment, and was a great admirer of
Rose.

I heard the judge walking about the veranda.  I dressed as rapidly as I
could, and went out to meet him.  He presented, it must be confessed, a
somewhat curious figure habited in his morning costume, a 
dressing-gown, with a red night-cap on his head, and spectacles on his
nose, while he looked puzzled and annoyed in the extreme.

"I trust no one has knocked my guest on the head during the night," he
said.  "The Indian has gone--vanished--disappeared!  I would not have
had it happen on any account!"

"Perhaps he has only gone to stretch his legs, and will return for
breakfast," I observed.

While we were talking, Rose and Toby appeared together, and reported
that they could nowhere find the Indian.  The judge then sent off Toby
and two or three other black boys to make inquiries through the village.

In a short time they returned, declaring that no one had seen him, and
that if he had gone, he must have taken himself off during the night.

"I fear the worst then," said our host.  "He would not have gone away
without at least paying his respects to me.  These Indians are as
ceremonious as the courtiers of an emperor."

We were soon joined by the rest of the party in the veranda, and
Rochford seemed more astonished than any one on hearing what had
happened.  He told us that he had thought of offering to accompany the
chief back to his home, that he might have an opportunity of seeing
Indian customs and manners.

"Any romantic opinions you might have entertained on the subject would
quickly have been dispelled," observed the judge.  "I would advise you,
my friend, to keep out of their way, and live among civilised people."

Rochford, who made no answer, probably considered the judge prejudiced
against the Redskins.

Our kind host pressed us so warmly to remain another day, that we
consented.  He promised that he would arrange for our conveyance back by
water the following morning, when Lejoillie and Rochford agreed to
accompany us.

In the afternoon Captain Norton returned.  On hearing of the visit of
the chief, whose appearance was described to him, he exclaimed--

"Why, he is no other than Powell, or Oceola, as the Indians call him,
their great leader, and the most dangerous person in the country.  I
believe that no Indian bears a more deadly hatred to the Palefaces, as
he calls us, than does that man.  Notwithstanding all his promises, I
would not trust him.  So violent was his behaviour while the other
chiefs were making the treaty at Payne's Landing, that General Thompson
caused him to be seized and carried off in irons, though he managed to
slip out of them, and to make his escape.  He has since sent word that
he would agree to the treaty; but those who know him best mistrust him
most.  What could have induced him to run the risk of coming to this
settlement, I cannot say; probably he supposed no one here was
acquainted with him, and evidently had some object in view."

"At all events, he saved my life when his countrymen were threatening to
take it," observed Rochford, stepping forward; "and I am deeply indebted
to him."

"My dear, sir, he may have had an object in saving your life; and
knowing you were a British subject, he would not hate you as he does
Americans.  Am I wrong in supposing that you are an Irishman, though I
have not the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"Maulins Rochford," said my friend, bowing to the captain; "may I ask
yours?"

"Roger Norton, of the United States army.  I am familiar with your name,
having some relatives of the same in the old country.  May I ask if you
belong to the Rochfords of Killmallan?"

"Mr. Rochford of Killmallan is my uncle," answered Maulins.

"Then we may hail each other as cousins," said Captain Norton, putting
out his hand.  "We Americans are always glad to meet with relatives from
the other side of the Atlantic.  I shall be truly glad if, after you
have seen something of the country, you make up your mind to remain with
us."

Rochford, who was warm-hearted in the extreme, cordially shook his
cousin's hand.  Of course they each had numerous questions to ask and
answer.

The remainder of the day was happily spent, in spite of the judge's
anxiety as to what had become of his Indian guest.  Captain Norton,
however, assured him that he was confident the chief had gone off of his
own accord some time during the night, fearing that it might be
discovered who he was, and that he might again be made prisoner.

The young captain would gladly have accompanied us to Castle Kearney,
but his duties prevented him from doing so.  He undertook, however, to
come over in the course of a few days, and to bring our ponies, with a
sufficient escort.  He expressed himself very glad that we had arranged
to return by water.

Our friend Lejoillie had not been idle, but had been constantly employed
in searching for objects of natural history, of which he found no lack
even in the judge's garden.  He had been watching, with great attention,
the nest of a humming-bird, which he had discovered a short distance
from the house, and invited me to come and see it.  No parents could be
more attentive to the wants of their young than were those bright little
gems, the smallest of the feathered tribe.  They were constantly flying
hither and thither, bringing insects too minute even to be seen, which
they put into the gaping beaks of their young ones, each scarcely larger
than a humble-bee.  As we were looking, we saw a spider, one of the
largest I had ever seen, crawl up the branch to which the nest was
attached.  Slowly and cautiously it made its way upward, with the fell
intent, I felt sure, of seizing the young birds, and perhaps the parents
also, in its embrace.


"Stay," whispered Lejoillie, holding my arm, "it is a question I have
long desired to have settled, whether these spiders really do feed on
birds."

"But there is no doubt about it!"  I exclaimed, trembling for the fate
of the beautiful little creatures.

"It is not yet an accomplished fact," answered Lejoillie; "the creature
may have some other object in view.  Overcome your humanity this once
for the sake of science;" and he held me back.

On crawled the horrid monster.  The hen-bird sat on the nest with open
beak, while the cock fluttered with wings expanded just above the
creature's claws, endeavouring to attract its attention, or to seize one
of the claws in its beak, which at times I thought its parental feelings
would induce it to do.  All its efforts were in vain.  The monster,
knowing its power, crawled on, and putting in its claws, seized one of
the young birds, which in an instant it applied to its mouth.

I could bear it no longer.  "You are satisfied of the fact," I cried;
and rushing forward with a stick, I struck the hideous creature to the
ground.

"Not that it kills the older birds as well as the young," said
Lejoillie, somewhat vexed at my proceeding.

"It would have done so, depend upon it.  Pray enter the fact in your
note-book."

He did so, fully satisfied, I believe, and really not sorry that I had
saved the humming-birds, or, as he called them, the "fly-birds," from
destruction.

The next morning a large boat, having a gay- awning, with six
rowers, provided by the judge, was in readiness to carry us up the
river.  Captain Norton escorted the ladies on board.  It took us very
much less time to proceed by water, even though the current was against
us, than to have come by land.

We found my uncle greatly recovered.  He expressed his pleasure at
seeing our friends Rochford and Lejoillie, and begged that they would
remain at Castle Kearney as long as they felt disposed to honour him
with their society.  They expressed their admiration of the house and
everything about it, including my fair cousins, who certainly did their
best to entertain them.

In consequence of the rumours which had reached my uncle regarding the
threatened hostility of the Indians, he would not allow us to engage in
any shooting excursions.  We contrived, however, to amuse ourselves by
making occasional trips in a boat up the river, when Lejoillie succeeded
in obtaining a number of specimens of birds.

In a few days Captain Norton arrived with the ponies, and set my uncle's
mind at rest by reporting that the Indians had retired westward, and
that it was supposed they would before long finally take their
departure, according to the treaty they had entered into, and cross the
Mississippi.  As soon as Carlos heard this, he proposed that we should
set off on a shooting expedition.

Lejoillie at once agreed, hoping thus to find opportunities of adding to
his specimens of natural history; but Rochford showed no desire to
accompany us.  It was very evident that he preferred the society of the
ladies, and especially of my cousin Juanita, to whom it appeared to me,
he was paying devoted attention.  Whether or not the elders of the
family observed this I could not make out.  The girls were also both so
lively and animated, that it was difficult to be certain that my young
cousin had discovered our guest's feelings towards her, or, at all
events, that she returned them.  Her manner was in no way altered; she
treated him, as she did Lejoillie and Captain Norton, in a frank and
easy manner.

Carlos showed some annoyance when Rochford made excuses for not going
with us.

"We are not a large party, and we fully relied on having your company,"
said my cousin.  "You came out here to see the country, and you will
know nothing about it if you stop in the house and only take a short
ride occasionally with the girls or paddle them about on the river.  You
can return with us, and stop here afterwards as long as you like."

Still Rochford would not promise to go.

Captain Norton also excused himself.  He had, he said, traversed the
country and camped out often enough in the course of duty.  He was not
particularly fond of sport; at all events, it would not recompense him
for the life he should have to lead.  He could spend but a few days at
Castle Kearney, and must then return to Saint Augustine, where his
regiment was quartered.  At this I was not surprised, though I liked him
so much that I should have been glad of his society.  He, however, I
suspected, was paying attention to Rita, and, as far as I was able to
judge, was making progress in her good graces.  My uncle and aunt were,
of course, grateful to him for having preserved her from the puma; and
though he claimed no merit for the service he had rendered, it was very
natural that it should be in his favour.

We had all gone out in the evening to enjoy the cool air in the
orangery, in which were seats on raised terraces, where views could be
obtained up and down the river.  I had separated from the rest of the
party, when, after wandering about by myself for a short time, I passed
one of the bowers I have mentioned.  On looking in I saw Juanita and
Rochford.  I overheard my cousin say, in answer to something her
companion had said--

"It is impossible--I cannot quit my home; and I tell you frankly that
you have not won my heart."

As my cousin did not call, though I was sure she must have seen me, I
felt that it would not be right to interfere, and therefore hurried on
until I was out of sight.

Some time afterwards, when the ladies had returned to the house,
Rochford came up to me.

"Maurice, I have made up my mind to accompany you on your expedition,"
he said.  "I shall be obliged if you will let Carlos know.  I see that I
cannot with propriety stay here any longer."

He did not tell me, but of course I guessed, the cause of his sudden
change of plan.  I could not help thinking Juanita had done right, for
he was in reality a comparative stranger; and except that he was a
warm-hearted, impulsive young man, we knew little of his principles or
character.  Carlos, on hearing of his intention to go with us,
exclaimed, "I am very glad of it; he'll make a capital companion: he
sings a good song, and I dare say will prove a good shot."

At daybreak on the following morning we started, our party consisting of
Lejoillie, Rochford, Carlos, Tim, and myself, with two ponies for
carrying game, and four blacks to beat the bushes and make themselves
generally useful.  We had six dogs, well-trained animals, two being
retrievers, the others, powerful brutes, taught to rush into thickets
and turn out the game, or to pull down the larger animals.  The blacks
carried guns, axes, and machetes; while we had our rifles, a brace of
pistols, and a long knife a-piece.

We at once struck away to the south-west, in the direction in which
Carlos considered we were most likely to find sport.  Rochford was
unusually silent; a change had evidently come over him, and he seemed
almost morose and sullen.  When Carlos bantered him with not being as
merry as usual, he turned away, and soon afterwards dropped behind the
rest of the party.  Lejoillie was too much occupied in observing the
various birds and animals to remark our friend's behaviour.

I should have said that one of the dogs was a large handsome
spaniel--"Caesar"--of which my uncle had kindly made me a present some
days before.  The animal seemed to understand the change of masters, and
having taken a great fancy to me, obeyed my orders as readily as if I
had trained him from his puppyhood.  Three other animals, if not
perfectly well-bred, were closely allied to the Cuban blood-hound, too
frequently employed in hunting runaway slaves, although equally useful
for driving game out of thick coverts or protecting the camp when
committed to their charge.  They were possessed of great keenness of
scent, were fierce, courageous, and very powerful animals, and could
endure the intense heat of a tropical sun.  They could follow the wily
ocelot, making their way noiselessly through the dense palmetto-scrub,
and could fearlessly tackle panthers or bears.


We passed, on our course, alternate narrow strips of grass and jungle,
with cabbage-palms and numerous live-oaks scattered about in picturesque
groups.  Sometimes we came to ponds fringed with saw-grass eight or ten
feet in height, from amid which rose large flocks of the beautiful
roseate spoonbill ibis, while the white ibis and ducks of varied colours
stalked and swam around the edges, and snipes rose frequently almost
from under our feet.  From among a flock of turkeys, which flew up from
a thick palmetto jungle, we knocked over four fat gobblers, sufficient
for two substantial meals to our whole party.

I must not stop to describe the adventures of each day.  For the first
three or four, we met with less large game than we had expected, Carlos
always telling us that farther south we should find much more.

We were not altogether unmindful of the reported bad temper of the
Indians, and had we not taken precautions against surprise, we might
possibly have been attacked; but at night two of the party were always
on watch, accompanied by a blood-hound, to give notice of the approach
of a foe.  We put up rough tents, which afforded us sufficient
protection against the weather, though not against the mosquitoes, which
frequently troubled us severely.  It was only towards morning that we
felt any sensation of cold.  We were then glad to draw our blankets
tightly around us, though a small amount of exercise soon warmed our
blood.  Our plan was to breakfast before daylight, so as to get some of
the cool hours of the morning for hunting.

We had not been long on foot--the fourth day after leaving Castle
Kearney--when we saw the hounds running backwards and forwards from one
large clump of scrub-palmetto to another.

"They are after a cat," exclaimed Carlos; "but it will be some time
before they catch it."

"A cat?"  I asked.

"We call it `cat' for shortness' sake.  Its common name is a
`catamount,' or, more properly, an `ocelot.'"

The hounds, who well knew where the ocelot had gone to, were chasing it
from tree to tree; but still it continued to elude them.  All we could
do was to stand by with our rifles ready to shoot the creature, should
it burst forth into the open.  Nearly two hours must have passed since
the dogs first got scent of it, and yet the animal managed to evade
them.  I was standing in a palmetto-scrub almost up to my shoulders,
when about a dozen paces off I saw a movement among the leaves, which I
suspected was caused by a wild beast of some sort.  I stood ready to
receive it.  In a few seconds, catching a glimpse of a yellow skin, I
fired, but my bullet failed to take effect; and the next instant an
animal, with glaring eyes and outstretched claws, sprang towards me, as
if about to fly at my throat.  I was endeavouring to reload, when I
heard a shot, and the creature fell dead almost at my feet.  Turning
round, I saw that it was Rochford who had fired.

"Thank you," I said, as he came forward to examine the animal.

It was, as had been supposed, an ocelot, the most beautiful creature of
that region.  It measured about three feet in length from the nose to
the root of the tail.  It had a reddish fur, marked with black spots,
oblong on the back, and round or streaked on the under part and paws.
The strongly-formed shoulder showed the power which it could exert when
seizing its prey.  Its handsome fur was soon taken off, and placed on
the back of one of the ponies.

The dogs in a short time hunted out two other ocelots, which were
speedily shot; and we killed also several racoons, polecats, opossums,
two deer, besides turkeys, ducks, snipes, and quails,--which I mention
to show the abundance of game to be found in that part of the country.

We encountered several rattlesnakes; but as they gave us notice of their
whereabouts, we easily despatched them, and carried off their rattles as
trophies.  The one I killed, by blowing off its head, was upwards of
seven feet in length, and would have proved a disagreeable customer to
meet with in a narrow pathway.  We fell in also with several herds of
wild hogs; but as we had brought no salt for pickling them, we shot only
one each day, that we might have fresh pork for dinner, for in that
climate meat becomes unfit to eat in the course of a very few hours.  As
may be supposed, we lived very well, as far as meat was concerned; and
we also occasionally added a cabbage-palm, and some wild roots and
fruits, to our bill of fare.

At length Carlos and I agreed that we ought to turn our faces homewards,
as we had almost come to an end of our ammunition, as well as of our
flour and other stores.  On our return journey we shot merely what we
required for food.

On the evening of the first day, when we were on our homeward march,
Rochford did not make his appearance in camp.  "He'll soon be up to us,"
observed Carlos in an unconcerned tone; "though it may be as well to
fire a shot or two to show him where we are encamped, should he fail to
catch sight of our fire."

We soon had two fires blazing up, round which we gathered to cook our
provisions, and to shield ourselves from the attacks of mosquitoes,
which were kept at a distance by the smoke.  Supper was over, and we
were preparing to lie down.  Still Rochford did not appear.  I began to
grow anxious about him.  As it was not likely that he would be
discovered should we set off to search for him in the dark, we settled
to wait till the following morning, hoping that in the meantime he might
come into camp.

The night passed away, and he did not appear.  At daybreak, leaving two
of the blacks to look after the animals, we divided into three parties:
Tim going with me; and Lejoillie and Carlos, each having a black with
him.  We traversed the country in the direction from which we had come,
but no trace could we discover of our missing friend.  I wished that we
had had Indians with us, or more experienced woodmen, who might have
perceived traces which we failed to observe.

Tim and I returned late in the evening to the camp, where Lejoillie and
Carlos had shortly before arrived, as unsuccessful as we had been.  If
Rochford had met with any accident, we should, we thought, have
discovered some traces of him.  On inquiring, however, of the blacks
what had happened at the camp during our absence, one of them presented
me with a small piece of paper, saying that an Indian had left it to be
delivered to the young white stranger.  I eagerly held it to the light
of the fire, and I read the words:--

"Farewell!  I have too long neglected my duty.  I must endeavour to
carry out the object for which I came to this country.  I trust that
justice will be done to the children of the soil, and peace be
maintained.  Hoping to meet you again,--yours sincerely--

"MuR."

Though this paper showed that our friend had not met with any accident,
I regretted that he had not returned, as I feared that he contemplated
engaging in some hopeless enterprise, which could not benefit the
Indians, while he himself would be exposed to considerable danger.

Carlos was very indignant at the way he had left us.  "Why couldn't he
have told us where he was going?" he exclaimed.  "If he puts the Indians
up to mischief with any of his wild notions, he will be hunted down, and
to a certainty will get hung on the nearest tree."

The appearance of the Indian showed that some of his people were in the
neighbourhood, and Carlos thought it prudent to keep a strict watch
during the night.  Not waiting for daybreak, as the country before us
was tolerably level, we struck camp and pushed homewards.  Although we
occasionally saw Indians in the distance, none came near us.  It was,
however, pretty evident that our movements were closely watched, but for
what object we could not surmise, as we were allowed to proceed without
being molested.

I missed Rochford greatly; and though I was interested by Lejoillie's
remarks on the natural history of the country, I was very glad when we
at length reached Castle Kearney.

I watched my cousin Juanita when Carlos was giving her an account of
Rochford's disappearance, "I am very sorry," she answered in quite an
indifferent tone.  "I thought he would have come back again; but as he
has chosen to go away, I only hope that the Indians will treat him well.
Perhaps he'll return with a red squaw, as a proof of his affection for
the Indian race."  She laughed, but perhaps not quite so heartily as she
tried to do.

CHAPTER FIVE.

A CRUISE ON BOARD THE GREAT ALEXANDER--OYSTER-BEDS--A CURIOUS SIGHT--
PELICANS FISHING--SPECIMENS FOR THE NATURALIST--A STORM--MARTYR TO
SCIENCE--TIM FINDS OYSTER-TREES--THE RACOON--A FISHING-PARTY--FLORIDA
WRECKERS--ON THE EVERGLADES--LOOK OUT FOR SNAKES--INDIANS--RETREAT
THROUGH THE FOREST--THE OLD LIGHTHOUSE--A SIEGE--KILLING FOR KILLING'S
SAKE--ATTEMPT TO BURN US OUT--THE REDSKINS DEFEATED--THE TURN OF THE
TIDE--SAFE ON BOARD.

We had returned but a few days, and Lejoillie had scarcely had time to
arrange the collections he had made daring our late trip, when the
_Great Alexander_ anchored off the island, and Captain Crump came on
shore to deliver some goods he had brought for my uncle.  He was going
afterwards down the east coast to the Florida Keys, as those coral reefs
and islands which fringe the southern end of the peninsula are called.
He intended to touch at several places on his way, and perhaps
afterwards run up the west coast as far as Cedar Keys.

Lejoillie at once inquired whether he would convey passengers; and on
receiving a reply in the affirmative, he invited Carlos and me to
accompany him, and Tim if he wished to go.

My father and uncle willingly gave us leave, and we lost no time in
making preparations for the voyage.  This was soon done, and that very
evening we went on board.  Captain Crump had brought a fresh supply of
ammunition; and as we had plenty of provisions, we were in want of
nothing.

I took Caesar, and Carlos had two other dogs.  I have already described
the schooner, as well as that portion of the Saint John River which we
now sailed over.  Rounding the Hazard Lighthouse, we steered for Saint
Augustine, not only the oldest city in Florida, but the most ancient
built by Europeans in the whole continent of North America.  It stands
on a narrow peninsula formed by the Sebastian and Matanzas rivers.

Carlos had often been there before, as it is only a few miles across
from the Saint John River, and he had friends and relatives of his
mother residing there.  It still contains many old Spanish buildings,
which give it a very picturesque appearance.  The streets are, however,
somewhat narrow and paved with stone, or rather with a conglomerate of
shells.  As we remained there but a few hours, I can say little more
about it.

From Saint Augustine, for three hundred miles southward, there extends a
succession of long narrow banks, which form the outside of a series of
lagoons, so shallow that only vessels drawing a very few feet of water
can navigate them.  We kept out to sea for about a hundred miles, when,
passing through the Mosquito Inlet, we entered the Mosquito Lagoon.
Outside, we had been tumbling about in the rolling Atlantic.  We were
now in perfectly smooth water; but our skipper and his mate had to keep
a sharp look-out, to avoid running on the numerous shoals which lay in
our course.  The narrow strip of land outside was only a few feet in
height, covered with pines, oaks, and palmettos.  As it was impossible
to navigate the lagoon at night, we came to anchor.  The next morning we
continued our voyage.  Looking over the side, we could see the fish
swimming about in vast numbers.  Frequently we found ourselves scraping
along over oyster-beds, which in some places rose to within a couple of
feet of the surface.  As we got farther to the south, the banks were
fringed with mangroves, and the cabbage-palm and palmetto made their
appearance.  On some of these oyster-reefs the mangrove trees had struck
root--thus forming islands, which are constantly increasing, and still
further narrowing the channel.

Leaving the Mosquito Inlet, we entered another lagoon, known as Indian
River, upwards of a hundred miles in length, and in some places only
sixty or seventy yards across, though in others three miles in width.
The most interesting objects on shore were the orange-groves, for which
the banks of the Indian River are celebrated.  Some of the plantations
are of large size; and our skipper told us that one we were then passing
produced in good years a crop of more than a quarter of a million of
oranges.

One afternoon, the wind having dropped completely, we came to anchor off
a sandy point which afforded an easy landing-place.  Our skipper having
lent us his boat, advised us to go on shore, and to make our way towards
the south, when, as he said, "we should see what we should see;" adding,
"Don't let your dogs get ahead of you, friends, or they will spoil your
sport."

Making our way in the direction pointed out, we saw before us a creek
falling into the lagoon.  Extending some distance from it was a forest
of dead trees, the stems and branches bare and gaunt, crusted with
white, and supporting on their highest branches the roughly-constructed
nests of a vast colony of pelicans, the most curious-looking birds of
the feathered tribe.

As we approached the spot, our ears were assailed by a chorus of
discordant sounds, proceeding not only from pelicans, but from numerous
other aquatic birds collected on the shores of the creek.  Holding back
our dogs, we made our way through a tangled wood, concealing ourselves
as much as possible, until we got within a short distance of the creek,
where we lay hid behind some bushes, whence, on looking through the
branches, we were rewarded with a most curious sight.  An army of white
pelicans was drawn up in a row across the middle of the creek, the water
reaching half-way up their bodies, while they stood upright with their
necks raised in the air, evidently engaged in some important occupation,
in which they were so absorbed that they did not observe our approach.
They were apparently waiting in the attitude of attention for a signal
from a large, grave-looking old pelican, the chief of their band, who
stood on the shore ready to issue his orders.  Presently we heard him
utter two loud cries in a hollow tone, which sounded like "Heou-korr,
heou-korr!"  The instant the signal was given the troop started forward,
beating the water with their outstretched wings, and holding their necks
far forward; their object being, as we soon afterwards discovered, to
drive before them into shallow water the fish swimming in the stream.


The two ends of the line advanced faster than the centre, so that in a
short time the birds formed a vast crescent, which stretched across a
good-sized bay; and as the distance from one bird to another was
measured exactly by the span of their wings, not a single fish could
break through the circle of menacing beaks.  Indeed, the pelicans
enclosed the fish with their united wings in a regular line as close and
compact as a trawl or drag-net.  As the circle gradually contracted, the
fish began to jump into the air, and to dart about in all directions,
leaving many a muddy streak to mark their course.

Besides the old "fugleman", there were several other patriarchs, who now
advanced into the water to perform the office of fishermen.  Standing
perfectly motionless, they seized the fish as they passed, and stowed
them away methodically in their enormous pouches under their beaks.  The
whole of this time the rest of the troop continued to beat the water
with their wings, and appeared to be fully occupied in preventing their
prey from escaping, without attempting to catch any in their own beaks.

This curious fishing appeared to have excited immense interest among the
feathered tribes of the neighbourhood.  Birds of every description were
collected on the surrounding trees, filling the air with their
discordant cries, apparently jealous of the pelicans, and eager to take
a part in the feast which they were engaged in providing.

Clouds of gulls and sea-mews fluttered over the surface of the water,
seizing any small fry they could reach, while robber crows quarrelled
over scraps of stolen fish; and three or four bold grebes succeeded in
getting into the circle, where they floated and dived at leisure,
successfully avoiding the numerous thrusts aimed at them by the
formidable beaks of the pelicans.

Several cormorants, perched on the trunks of submerged trees, now and
then darted down like arrows on some big fish which their keen eyes had
espied, and as they rose, tossing them up in the air with their tails,
they never failed to catch them again by the head, and swallow them at a
mouthful.  The pelicans did not venture to interfere with these rovers
of the deep, being probably well acquainted with the strength of their
powerful beaks.  Lastly, came a mob of egrets, crab-eaters, and little
herons, which perched on the surrounding trees, stretched out their
necks, rolled their wild eyes, and danced about on the dead branches,
uttering their jealous cries, but not daring to interfere with the
industrious pelicans.

The fishing over, the pelicans arranged themselves in a circle on the
sand, when those who had been engaged in fishing proceeded to empty
deliberately their pouches, spreading the contents before their grave
old chief, each taking care to knock on the head any fish which was
still living.  Then, at a signal from the chief, a bird advanced, and
taking a fish swallowed it; then came another croak, and another pelican
walked forward and took his share, and so on until every bird had been
fed.

The feast over, they began carefully to prune their damp plumage,
turning their necks over their backs in a way of which I should not have
supposed them capable.  Having arranged their plumage, they moved off
towards their roosting-places, and the rest of the birds which had been
watching their departure darted down, hoping to pick up some of the fish
they might have left.

Lejoillie all the time, though scarcely able to contain himself for
laughter, was holding his gun, ready to obtain specimens for his
collection.

At length, fixing his eye on a blue crab-eater, he fired, and the bird
fell to the ground.  At the sound of the shot the pelicans took to
flight in good order, followed by the cormorants and crows; the gulls
and terns flew off up the creek; but the herons, more courageous or more
stupid, remained perched on the higher branches of the neighbouring
trees.

Not to let them all escape, I aimed at a beautiful egret with white
plumage, and to my great delight down it fell.  It was nearly three feet
in height, with a long tuft of silken and silvery feathers down the back
of its neck.  Carlos knocked over a beautiful little bird with a
chestnut-<DW52> head, a perfect heron in miniature, but only the size
of a thrush.  Lejoillie was delighted, and would have hugged us both as
we brought him the specimens.

As there was no chance of a breeze, we agreed to spend the night on
shore, where we could stretch our legs and enjoy a cooler air than we
could find in our close little cabin.  We accordingly sent for a sail,
rigged a tent, lighted a fire, and did our best to make ourselves at
home, while Lejoillie skinned his birds and "potted" his insects, as
Carlos used to call the operation.

"I wish he'd pot these mesquitoes," exclaimed my cousin, as clouds of
what he called "blind mesquitoes" came round us, dropping into the pot
in which our coffee was boiling, and covering all our food.  As,
however, they did not bite like the "galley nippers" of other parts, we
soon got accustomed to them, and if they added to the strength of our
coffee we did not mind.  We were not, however, allowed to finish our
night's rest.  A breeze unexpectedly getting up, the skipper called us
on board, and we continued our course down the lagoon.  I never remember
seeing the water so phosphorescent in any other part of the world.  We
could distinguish the jew-fish, the saw-fish, and many other denizens of
those Southern waters, which, disturbed by the schooner's keel, darted
away in all directions in a blaze of light, every scale on their bodies
being clearly defined.  Indeed, they looked like meteors, their rapid
course marked by trails of light.  The next day the wind was so light
that we made but slow progress.  The appearance of the shore on either
hand was monotonous in the extreme.  At length, passing the settlement
of Saint Lucie, the most southern in Florida, we might have got out to
the ocean through the Indian River Inlet, but the sea was breaking
heavily on the bar; and as the weather looked threatening, we continued
our course down the lagoon, steering for an opening called Jupiter
Inlet.  At night we lay-to among a number of mangrove islets, on the
east bank of the sound, being just able to see our way until we dropped
anchor.


Scarcely were the sails furled than the storm which had been brewing
burst above our heads.  The thunder roared, lightning flashed, and down
came the rain in torrents, flooding our decks.  We had to take refuge in
the cabin, which we shared with the troops of cockroaches, centipedes,
and numberless other creeping things.  At length the rain ceased, and
the thunder rolled away, and we were expecting to enjoy some sleep, when
clouds of mosquitoes and sand-flies came off, literally filling the air,
and, finding their way into the cabin, made a fearful onslaught on our
bodies.  In vain we endeavoured to shield ourselves from their sharp
stings.  They defied the clouds of tobacco smoke we puffed at them.  We
had no sulphur, or we would have submitted to inhale its noxious fumes
in preference to being bitten by these abominable creatures.

"Have patience, my friends!" cried Lejoillie, when he heard Carlos, Tim,
and me crying out as we slapped our hands and faces, and tried to drive
off our assailants; "recollect we are suffering in the cause of
science."

"All very well for you who get the honour and glory, but, for my part, I
hope never to endure such another night of misery again," cried Carlos.

Daylight came at last, when, going upon deck, we found ourselves in the
midst of a forest of mangroves, rising some forty or fifty feet above
the water, the lower branches, stems, and spider-like limbs, within
reach of high-tide, being completely covered with thick clusters of
oysters.

"Sure, do them shell-fish grow on the trees?" exclaimed Tim.  "Though
I've been the world round, never did I see such curious fruit."

Captain Crump explained that the young oysters seize on every hard
object on which to fix themselves; and he pointed out the mud-banks,
where they lay three or four feet in depth Tim, jumping into the boat,
rowed off, and soon brought back several branches of oysters, which he
thought would serve us for breakfast.  We found them, however, very
bitter to our taste.


The skipper told us they were called '<DW53> oysters, as the racoons are
very fond of them, or perhaps can get at them with greater ease than
they can obtain the common oyster.  While we were watching the shore,
sure enough a racoon came down, and seizing several oysters which hung
just below the surface, picked them off the branch, and shaking them
violently backwards and forwards, ran back with his prize to a
convenient spot on the beach, where, with his teeth and claws, he opened
the shells, and speedily devoured the contents.  Presently we saw him
dart into the water, and return with a handful of shrimps, which his
keen eyes had perceived; and he again immediately sat himself down to
devour them, giving each of them a pinch as he placed them by his side.
He appeared perfectly fearless of the neighbourhood of the vessel,
though, no doubt, had we been on shore with our dogs and guns, he would
quickly have concealed himself.

Lejoillie remained in the bows of the vessel watching its movements with
his gun ready.  As soon as the poor '<DW53> had finished its meal,
destined to be its last, he fired, and over it fell, though still
struggling violently.  Tim and another man immediately jumped into the
boat, and pulling to the shore, quickly put it out of pain, and brought
it on board.  It was about the size of a fox, being somewhat larger than
the common racoon.  Lejoillie called it the agouara, and our skipper
said it was the crab-eater.  The fur was of a blackish-grey, with a
tinge of yellow.  The tail was somewhat short and marked, with six black
rings on a greyish ground.

As there was but little chance of our making progress for some hours to
come, after breakfast we pulled off in the boat to secure some fish for
dinner.  Our skipper possessed a species of harpoon called grains, which
consists of a two-pronged iron-headed barb, about ten inches in length.
The head is loosely slipped into a socket at the end of a staff about
twelve feet long, and the two are connected by a rope.  A double prong
is used for catching fish, but for killing turtle a single-pronged
barbed head is employed, as it pierces the shell more easily.  We had
not gone far when Captain Crump, standing up in the bows like an old
Triton, lowered his weapon close to the water; it flew from his hand,
and immediately afterwards he drew up a red-fish of about twelve pounds
weight, and threw it into the bottom of the boat.  He then stood ready
for another stroke.  Again he darted down the deadly weapon.  The head,
which had a long line attached to it, by slipping off at once from the
staff, remained sticking in the fish, which, after being allowed to
struggle so as to exhaust its strength, was hauled on board.  Three or
four other fish having been caught in the same way, we had an ample
supply for ourselves and dogs.  We pulled back to the schooner, on our
way collecting, off a bank, a number of fine oysters, very superior to
those which the '<DW53>s are addicted to eating.


At length a light breeze sprang up, sufficient to carry us at a slow
rate down the sound.  We passed vast numbers of the Florida cormorants--
a small species, which breeds in the mangrove islets.  They were feeding
on shoals of mullet, which rushed along the surface of the water,
endeavouring to escape the attacks of sharks, porpoises, and other cruel
foes beneath the surface.  The cormorants, however, did not have it all
their own way; for, watching their opportunity, numbers of ospreys and
pelicans incessantly splashed down among them to rob them of their prey.
Whenever we brought up, we pulled off in the boat to supply ourselves
with fish, which we seldom failed to take with hook and line, even when
the skipper was unsuccessful with his grains.  We baited with
land-crabs, which abound in the mangrove swamps.  Frequently within a
quarter of an hour we caught red-fish, dark-fleshed jack, and black and
white banded sheep's-heads, in numbers sufficient to feed all on board.
Indeed, we agreed that no one need starve in Florida, if only provided
with guns and ammunition, hooks, lines, and harpoons.

At length Jupiter Inlet was reached.  It is narrow, and very shallow,
and is occasionally closed by a strong easterly gale.  We were now once
more in the open sea, steering southward for Key Biscayne, at the north
end of a line of keys or islets which sweep round the whole southern
coast of Florida.  Our skipper kept a sharp look-out for wrecks, numbers
of which occur on this dangerous coast.  His object was, he said, to
assist the crews, and to take possession of the cargoes.  There were, he
told us, a number of vessels so employed--cutters and schooners
constantly cruising about in search of wrecks.  Their skippers were
honest men; but there were others--"beach-combers," he called them--who
not only plundered shipwrecked crews, but endeavoured to allure to their
destruction, by means of false lights, any vessels approaching the
coast.  Many a stout ship has thus been lost, their crews miserably
perishing.

Although our skipper spoke with just indignation of such a mode of
proceeding, he had no objection whatever, when a ship was on shore, to
get out of her all the booty he could obtain.  We passed the skeletons
of several wrecks; but they had long before been visited by the
ever-vigilant wreckers, and everything of value on board carried away.

Lejoillie had a great desire to visit the Everglades--a large tract
extending over the greater part of the southern end of Florida.  It
consists of a vast plain of coarse saw-grass; above which, here and
there, rise well-wooded and fertile islands, composed of coral rock of a
crescent form, which they assumed when first forced up, by some
convulsion of nature, above the surface of the ocean.  The plain is
swampy; and down it narrow channels exist, which drain the water in a
great measure towards the west.

As our skipper wished to obtain some cocoa-nuts which grew abundantly on
the shore, and proposed to employ the time of our absence in catching
turtle, he consented to bring up for a few hours; advising us to keep a
sharp look-out for Indians, and to avoid them, as they would certainly
rob us, and perhaps take our lives, should they find us off our guard.
He offered to allow one of his crew to accompany us, who, being well
acquainted with the country, and a good sportsman--as most wreckers
are--would act as our guide.

Standing into a small bay, lined on either side with mangroves and
cabbage-palms, having at the farther end a grove of cocoa-nut trees, we
came to anchor.  At the outer point was a deserted lighthouse, which we
agreed would serve as a guide to us should we have any difficulty in
finding our way back.  We lost no time in going on shore, accompanied by
Tim and Bill Dixie, boatswain of the _Great Alexander_, and forthwith
made our way west towards the nearest point on the Everglades.  We had
not gone far before we fell in with a deer, which I shot.  Knowing how
welcome it would be on board, and hoping the schooner had not sailed, we
despatched Bill to request the captain to send for it.  In the meantime,
leaving Tim to guard the game, we went forward, and were fortunate
enough to shoot a couple of parrots, which were sent on board with the
men who shortly afterwards made their appearance.

Having as much game as we required, Lejoillie begged that we would at
once push forward, as our object was to visit the Everglades, which we
had not hitherto reached.

The Everglades answered the description I had heard of them.  Carlos and
I agreed that there was so little attractive in the region, that except
for the sake of saying we had been there, we would rather have remained
on board and amused ourselves by fishing or spearing turtle with the
skipper.  However, as we had come, and our friend wished to proceed, we
went on with him.  Though we had shot several birds, Lejoillie wanted to
reach one of the woody islands I have described, which appeared some way
ahead; so on we went.

"Keep a look-out for snakes," said Carlos, "or we may very likely step
on one before we see it."

"It will not be very easy to avoid the creatures in this high grass," I
observed.  "Don't you think we had better turn back?"

"Not until we have attained the object of our visit to this region, my
friends," answered the naturalist.  "The love of science should make us
despise all dangers and difficulties."

The next instant Carlos fired.  Running forward, we found that he had
blown off the head of a huge rattlesnake which his keen eye had detected
in the grass, though the rest of us had failed to see it.  It proved
that his warning was not unnecessary.  The creature was over seven feet
long, and a bite from its fangs would quickly have proved fatal.

Still, Lejoillie insisted on going forward, and we were ashamed of
deserting him.  At length the island for which we were aiming was
reached.  It extended for several miles, in a crescent form, from north
to south-west, rising abruptly eight or ten feet above the plain.  It
was composed entirely of coral, though covered over thickly with
creepers of various sorts.  On the summit grew enormous trees mostly of
the palm species, such as I have before described.

We halted on the top to refresh ourselves with the provender we had
brought.  Not until then did we discover how large a portion of the day
had gone by.  We lighted a fire to boil our kettle, and were seated
round it, the smoke partially keeping at bay the mosquitoes and other
stinging creatures, when Tim, who had gone a short distance from the
camp, came running back.

"We had better be afther puttin' our best foot foremost, gentlemen!" he
exclaimed.  "As I was lookin' away to the westward, my eye fell on a
number of creatures moving among the grass.  I stopped until they came
to an open space; then I saw that they were Redskins, with feathers on
their heads and firelocks in their hands.  I counted twenty of them, at
least; and there were more behind.  Maybe they have seen the smoke of
our fire, and are coming to see who we are and what we are about.  They
may be friendly; but I'm afther thinkin' that if they find they
outnumber us, they'll be for taking our scalps, if they can get them.
I'm an old soldier, and I wouldn't be afther sayin' `run' from an enemy
if there was a chance of driving him back; but still the best thing we
can do is to beat a retreat in time."

"I believe that Tim's advice is good," observed Carlos.

"I am sure it is," I added.  "If we were to stop here and try to defend
ourselves, the Indians would starve us out, at all events.  What do you
say, Lejoillie?"

"_Ma foi_! that we had better retreat," exclaimed the naturalist.

"Well, then, gentlemen, we will throw a few more sticks on the fire, to
cause plenty of smoke; and that'll make the Redskins fancy that we have
a large party encamped, so that they will approach more cautiously, and
we shall have time to get well ahead," said Tim.

The old soldier's advice was therefore acted upon.  We gathered up our
rifles and the various articles which lay on the grass, and began to
retreat, as far as I could judge, by the way we had come.  The sky,
however, which had hitherto been clear, had, unfortunately for us,
become obscured, and it was difficult to decide which was the right
direction.  We pushed forward as fast as we could; but the old wrecker,
our guide, seemed, as we thought, somewhat uncertain of the path we
ought to take.  We frequently looked back, and, as long as we could see
the island, it assisted to guide us.  Nothing of the Indians could be
discovered; but that was no proof that they were not near, as they would
keep concealed in the tall grass, and wait until they had a favourable
opportunity of pouncing suddenly upon us.  I must say that we felt
rather ashamed of ourselves for running away from what, after all, might
prove an imaginary danger.  Still, it was better to run than to be
overpowered and scalped,--our probable fate should the Indians prove to
be hostile; and, from Tim's account, they were certainly on the
war-path.  The sun had sunk beyond the vast plain of grass stretched out
behind us, when we emerged from the Everglades, and found ourselves in
the forest-belt which separates that region from the sea.  We now called
a halt, to consider what course to pursue.  It was evident that we had
not returned by the same way we had come, for we could discover no signs
of having been on the spot before.

"We cannot be more than a couple of miles from the shore, and when we
reach it, we shall know which direction to take," said our guide.  "We
may still, if we push on, keep ahead of the Redskins."

Though tired and hungry, we agreed that it would be more prudent to push
on than to halt longer.  Scarcely, however, had we got among the
palmetto-scrub, than looking back, to ascertain if we were followed, I
caught sight, amid the thickening gloom, of a number of dark figures
following up our trail.  I pointed them out to Tim.

"Do you advise that we should halt and face them, or continue our
course?"  I asked.

"No use halting unless we are prepared to fight it out to the last," he
answered; "better to keep moving on, while we can see our way.  And
maybe they don't intend to attack us at all until we have encamped, in
the hope to find most of us asleep."

Lejoillie and Carlos agreed with Tim.  We spoke in undertones, so that
our voices might not reach our pursuers.  They, probably, were well
aware that there were only five of us; but they knew that five rifles
might bring down as many of their number before they had killed us, and
this made them afraid of approaching too near until they could find us,
as they hoped, off our guard.  It was not a pleasant feeling to know
that a party of savages was close upon our heels, and yet not to be able
even to get a sight of them; for after the momentary glance Tim and I
had obtained of our pursuers, they did not again show themselves, though
we felt sure that they were skulking along under cover of the trees and
bushes.

The old wrecker kept us at a good pace, scrambling and leaping over
fallen trunks, until we saw the top of the old lighthouse, for which we
had been looking, rising above the palmetto-scrub.  The dense foliage
had hitherto concealed it, though it was not more than a hundred yards
off.  We hurried on.  Its massive walls would, at all events, afford us
a place of safety until daylight.  At that instant our ears were
assailed by a fearful war-whoop, and a shower of bullets and arrows
whistled about our heads; but, happily, not one of us was hit.

"Keep together, gentlemen," cried Tim; "and don't fire until we can see
our enemies.  If we do, they'll take the opportunity of springing upon
us before we have time to reload, and we shall be done for."

Happily the ground between us and the lighthouse was pretty open.  As we
made our way over it, lighted by the moon, which had just risen, I could
see our schooner in the distance, standing in for the bay, and another
vessel farther off.

We dashed across the open as fast as our legs could carry us, expecting
every moment to have another shower of missiles sent rattling after us;
but the Indians were either stopping to reload, or were so much
astonished at seeing us unhurt that they thought it useless to fire
again.  At all events, we gained the lighthouse in safety.  There was a
strong door at the base, which, happily, had been left unbarred.  We
dashed in and secured it, while we made our way up the winding steps to
the first landing-place, whence two narrow windows commanded the ground
below on either side.  Scarcely had we reached it than we saw the
Indians bursting out from among the trees, not aware, apparently, that
we had already gained a place of safety.  As we had not fired, they
might possibly have supposed that we were unarmed; for they advanced
fearlessly, shouting and shrieking, close up to the walls of the tower.

"Let them shout on," said Lejoillie, "their shrieks cannot hurt us; and,
unless they attempt to break in, it would be useless to shoot the poor
wretches."

The enraged cries of the Indians increased when they found that the door
was closed.  They attacked it with their tomahawks; but their weapons
were blunted against the hard oak, clamped with iron as it was.  By
Tim's advice we still reserved our fire, as our stock of ammunition was
small, and we might require it for an emergency.

The closed door must have showed the Indians that we were within,
though, as we took care to conceal ourselves, they might not otherwise
have known it.

The door was, fortunately, fitted into the wall of the building, and was
so strongly and tightly closed as to prevent the entrance of water,
which we saw, from the marks on the walls, must occasionally rise some
feet in depth round it.  As we did not venture to look out of the
window, we could only judge, by the sounds which reached us, what the
Indians were about.  There was not much to fear from the blows of their
tomahawks, though in time they might have contrived to cut a small hole
through the door.  We could, however, hear the sound of chopping again
and again repeated, while the shouts and shrieks of the savages, as they
ran round the building looking out for an opening, became more and more
vehement.  At last they were silent.  Wishing to ascertain what they
were about, I crept up to the window, and put out my head far enough to
take a glance round one side of the tower and over the ground below me
for some distance.  I saw that a party of Indians were engaged in
bringing up a long log of wood, which they evidently intended to use as
a battering-ram.  I must have been seen, for, although I withdrew my
head as rapidly as I could, the next instant a couple of arrows entered
the window, and several others struck the wall outside.  Had I remained
a moment longer, I should probably have been killed or wounded.

"We must prevent them battering in the door," I exclaimed, after telling
my companions what I had seen.  "We must show the fellows that we have
got fire-arms, and know how to use them."

The difficulty, however, was to reach our assailants without exposing
ourselves.  One window only commanded the approach to the door.  Here
Tim offered to station himself, and begged us to hand the rifles up to
him as fast as we could load them.

"I'll teach the spalpeens a lesson they'll not forget," he said, as he
took aim with his rifle.  He fired, but with what result we could not
tell.

"Hand up another," he cried; "quick, quick!"  Again he fired, while I
loaded the first.  In this way one after the other was discharged and
reloaded, so that Tim was able to fire with a rapidity which must have
astonished the Indians, who had not, apparently, until then discovered
the existence of the window, as he fired eight or ten times before any
arrows were shot in return.  Still the savages, with unusual
perseverance, rushed forward, carrying the log in their arms, and drove
it against the door, which creaked and groaned under their repeated
blows.  From the sounds which reached us, it appeared too probable that
they would succeed in breaking it in.  But even should they do so, we
might still defend ourselves on the staircase; for, as it would allow
only one person to ascend at a time, we should be able to keep the whole
horde at bay.  How many Indians had fallen from Tim's fire we could not
ascertain, on account of the uncertain light and the rapid way they were
moving about.  He had probably oftener missed than struck an enemy.  It
was evident, however, that his fire had at length become too hot for
them, as the blows on the door ceased, and he told us that they had
thrown down the log, and were retreating.

"Hand me up another rifle," he cried; "I'll give them a few parting
shots."

"Oh, let them escape without further punishment, my friend," said
Lejoillie.  "We should not wish to take their lives.  They only acted
according to their instincts, and considered that we were trespassing on
their property."

Tim did not seem to understand this idea; nor did Carlos, who, having
his musket ready, sprang to the window and fired.  The act nearly cost
him his life for at that moment an arrow flew in, and, grazing his head,
struck the wall behind him.  This showed us that the Indians were on the
watch, and that we must be careful how we exposed ourselves.

In the meantime, Dixie, our guide, had gone down to examine the door,
and came back to report that it still stood firm, although the Indians'
weapons had made some impression on it, having formed a slit in the
upper part, two or three splinters being actually driven in.  It was
thus evident that had they persevered they might in time have cut
through the door; though the aperture would have enabled us to fire at
them, and would probably have given us an advantage which they little
expected.  As it would have been difficult to stop up the hole, we
allowed it to remain.

Doubting, however, that the Indians had gone off altogether, we kept a
vigilant watch for their return.  We soon found, indeed, that they were
not so easily defeated as we had hoped.  Again looking out of the
window, I saw them coming back, each man loaded with a mass of
brushwood.  Their object was evidently to kindle a fire round the door;
and having burned it down, to rush in and capture us while we were
smothered with smoke.  It was of the greatest importance to prevent them
from placing the fagots as they intended; and Tim once more resumed his
post at the window to fire at them as they approached.  The wood they
carried served as shields, which they held over their heads, and
trusting to this protection they rushed forward, each man throwing down
his load as he got near the door; but the bullets from Tim's rifle
struck several of them before they got as close as they intended.
Notwithstanding this, however, a heap of firewood was piled up, in a
short time, close to one side of the building.  The Indians must,
however, have known that the moment the flames burst forth, they would
be brought into sight, and be more exposed than heretofore to our shots,
and they therefore seemed very unwilling to set fire to it.  At length
the last fagot was thrown down, and Tim told us that he saw an Indian
approaching with a flaming torch, which he had kindled at a distance.

"The fellow keeps leaping about like a regular Jack-o'-lantern; but I'll
soon put a stop to his dancing," he added.

The Indians, however, must have foreseen that the torch-bearer would be
specially exposed, and to cover his advance they began shooting their
arrows with a rapidity which compelled Tim to keep under shelter.
Several came through the window, while others struck the stones on
either side.  Still undaunted, Tim stood ready to fire.  It must be
remembered that we were in comparative darkness, the faint light which
came through the windows alone enabling us to load our rifles, and see
our way about the little rooms in which we were stationed.  Again Tim
stepped forward; the crack of his rifle was heard.

"I'm mightily afraid that I missed him," he cried, as he sprang back
under shelter.  "Hand me up another rifle."

Once more he fired.

"I've hit him this time," he cried out; "but sure the fellow has thrown
his torch among the fagots."

The thick smoke which in another minute came curling up around us proved
too truly that the Indian had effected his purpose; while the arrows
which flew in at the window prevented us from firing.  We could hear
their shrieks and cries of triumph, as they believed that in a short
time we should become their victims.  None of us, however, thought of
yielding.  To avoid the smoke we went down to the lower story.  Although
a small quantity made its way through the crack, we could breathe
freely, and we calculated that it would take some time before the outer
door was burned through.  We held a consultation as to how we should act
when that should happen.  Carlos was for rushing out, firing a volley at
our assailants, and endeavouring to drive them back with our
hunting-knives.  Tim advised that we should hold the fort to the last.

"Sure, a little smoke won't do us any harm," he exclaimed.  "The
Redskins will have to clear away the ashes before they can get in, an'
we shall then have an opportunity of shooting down not a few of them
when they do that."

Lejoillie proposed that we should retire to the upper story, to which
the Indians would not probably venture to ascend, as it could only be
reached by a trap-door.

I, however, pointed out that they might fill the interior of the
building with fagots, and setting them on fire, literally roast us.  I
therefore thought our safest plan would be to remain on the
ground-floor, as Tim had proposed.  Our guide also thought Tim was
right, and we soon won Carlos and Lejoillie over to our opinion.

We spent, as may be supposed, a very anxious time.  The fagots, being
composed chiefly of green wood, though they caused a great smoke
outside, did not burn as rapidly as we expected, and as yet the door,
when we felt it, was not even hot.  This satisfied us that hours might
elapse before it was burned through.  I again ran upstairs, and in spite
of the smoke which came through the window, on looking out as the
wreaths were occasionally blown aside, I saw that the Indians were
keeping under cover to avoid our bullets, and waiting until the fire had
done its work.  They, of course, knew that the glare of the flames would
expose them to view should they venture into the open.  Finding that the
top of the tower was tolerably free from smoke, I climbed up to the
lantern whence I could obtain a view over the sea.  I looked out eagerly
for the schooner.  She must have come up to the spot where we had left
her, but she was nowhere visible.  One thing I observed, however, was,
that the tide, having already risen, was washing round the mangrove
trees at the base of the tower; and it appeared to me that in a few
minutes it would be surrounded.

As our distance from the schooner could not be great, I hoped those on
board had heard the firing, and, guessing that we were attacked, would
come to our rescue.  On that point, however, I was uncertain, as the
skipper would be unwilling to leave his vessel, and the few hands he
could bring with him would, he might think, be insufficient to drive
back the Indians.  I was, therefore, not very sanguine that we should
receive assistance from him.

I did not remain long in my exposed position, as, should I be seen by
the Indians, I thought that some of them might steal up and make me a
target for their arrows.  I therefore hurried down again, to report my
movements to my companions.  That I was right in my conjecture as to the
rising of the tide we soon had proof, for the water was already bubbling
up under the door, loosened somewhat by the blows of the Indians'
battering-ram; and to avoid wetting our feet, we had to retreat from the
lower steps of the stair.  A hissing sound soon after showed us that the
water, rushing in, was extinguishing the fire burning nearest the
ground, though the upper part of the pile of brushwood still crackled
and smoked as before.  We now hoped that it might be an unusually
high-tide, so that the tower would be completely surrounded.

Our hopes were not disappointed; the hissing sound increased, while the
smoke decreased.  In a short time the floor of the tower was a foot deep
in water, and the smoke ceased to come through the slit in the door.  I
ran upstairs, though I could see the glare of fire.  On looking out, I
discovered that it was produced by portions of the burning brushwood,
which were being carried away by the water as it swept in a broad sheet
round the base of the tower.  I uttered a silent prayer of gratitude.
We were safe for the present.  The attempt of the Indians to burn us out
had failed; and after the reception they had met with from our
fire-arms, they were not likely to venture again up to the tower by
wading through the water.  I called down to my companions, who soon
joined me.

"We must not trust too much to them, though," observed Carlos.  "I know
the cunning of the Redskins; they'll wait until the tide falls, and then
again attack us."

As we watched the water, it seemed as if about to cover the whole level
ground, leaving only a rock here and there above the surface.

"At all events, we shall be safe till daylight, as the tide won't go
down for some hours after then," observed Dixie; "and by that time it
will be curious if Captain Crump doesn't send to look for us."

On hearing this, I proposed that we should fire off our rifles from the
summit of the tower, when probably the sound would reach him.  Just as
we were about to do so, Carlos exclaimed--

"Can that be a boat coming round the point there?"

I looked in the direction he pointed.  I had little doubt about the
matter.  In a short time we clearly made out a boat pulling towards us.
I fired off my rifle, and we all shouted at the top of our voices.  She
came on quickly, and we now saw her directing her course to the tower.
The water was perfectly smooth; she was thus able to get up close to the
base.  Captain Crump himself was seated in the stern.  He hailed, to
know what had happened.  A few words explained this.  The difficulty was
to get into the boat.  Should we open the door, the water, which was of
considerable height outside, would rush in and wet us all through, if it
did not drown us.  There was, fortunately, a long rope in the boat.  By
means of the straps to our knapsacks, our handkerchiefs, and some pieces
of string which we mustered among us, we formed a line of sufficient
length to lower down and haul up the rope.  The end of this we secured
to an iron hinge, to which a shutter had once been fixed.

Dixie, as the only sailor amongst us, offered to go first.  He very
quickly descended into the boat.  We followed in succession; when the
captain, standing up, cut the rope above his head.

"Now, lads, let's make the best of our way back," he said; "the tide
will soon be falling, and I have no fancy to be stranded and have to
fight a battle with Indians, or, what would be worse, find that they had
made their way on board the schooner during our absence."

We, of course, were equally anxious to get away from the dangerous
neighbourhood; and pulling the boat out through the slight surf which
broke on the shore, we were soon clear of the land.

On hearing our account, our worthy skipper congratulated us on our
escape, and blamed himself for having allowed us to go on shore.

"I ought to have warned you not to go so far, for the Indians hereabouts
are always ready to attack white men, if they can find them unprepared
for resistance; and they have already cut off several settlers and
hunters, whom they took by surprise," he observed.

It was nearly morning by the time we reached the schooner, and as there
was a light wind off shore, the captain immediately got under weigh.  We
were then glad enough to wrap ourselves in our blankets, and lie down on
the deck to obtain the rest we so much needed.

CHAPTER SIX.

THE CRUISE CONTINUED--AMONG THE ISLETS--TURTLES--HARPOONING--A BEAUTIFUL
SUBJECT FOR STUDY--LEJOILLIE OBTAINS A SUPPLY OF CURIOSITIES--A
DANGEROUS ROUTE--TIM'S ADVICE--CAUGHT IN A GALE--THE SCHOONER COMES TO
GRIEF--RESOLVE TO CROSS THE COUNTRY--VOYAGE UP THE RIVER--MONSTER FISH--
THE CANOE LEAKS--WE LAND AND CAMP--SILAS MUNCH--APPEARANCE OF THE
STREAM--AN ALLIGATOR ISLAND--GOOD SHOOTING--AN UNPLEASANT CONCERT--
ENCOUNTER WITH A BEAR--A CURIOUS CRY--LEJOILLIE SECURES A PRIZE--THE
VOYAGE FINISHED--FRIENDLY COUNSEL--"JUPITER," OUR GUIDE--WE PART WITH
OUR PILOT.

I cannot stop to describe the many adventures we met with on our voyage,
or the curious scenes we witnessed.  We were now sailing among that
group of islands at the southern extremity of Florida, inside the
ill-famed Florida reef, on which so many stout ships have been cast
away.  The inhabitants were mostly ruffianly characters, who lived by
the plunder they obtained from the vessels wrecked on their shores.  We
put into a small bay in one of the largest of these islands, called
Cayolargo.  Though it is composed of coral rock, there are numerous
spaces covered with dark-red soil, from which the inhabitants raise
pineapples in vast numbers, as well as lemons, oranges, limes, bananas,
mangoes, guavas, tomatoes, alligator pears, peppers, and even
sugar-canes; but as there was no near market for their produce, they
depended more on the booty obtained from wrecks than on the produce of
the soil.  As, however, they were all well known to our skipper, who had
constant dealings with them, they received us in a friendly way.


We afterwards passed numerous inhabited keys, among which was a group
called by the Spaniards Los Martires, or The Martyrs, from the number of
seamen wrecked on them who have lost their lives.  In the shallow water
among the keys we fell in with several boats manned by whites and
<DW64>s engaged in fishing for sponges.  Some waded out from the rocks,
having a long pole with a scythe-like knife at the end of it, with which
the sponges were cut off from the rocks.  Others sat in the boats, using
a bucket with a glass bottom, which, being sunk a few inches below the
surface, enabled them to peer down into the water to a depth of nearly
three fathoms.  The sponges were then cut off with the knife I have just
described.  In deep water, divers were employed; but of course the risk
was great, as they were liable to attacks from sharks and other monsters
of the deep.

We fell in with a countless variety of animal life in enormous
quantities as we sailed along within the reef.  The most curious were
the beautiful paper-nautili, which swim with their long arms extended in
a straight line, their bodies contrasting with their fragile shells,
being remarkably ugly, and appearing as if scarcely connected with them.
Porpoises rolled along in large shoals, numerous sharks showed their
dark triangular fins above the water, and turtles of several species
floated on the surface; while ospreys and other sea-birds flew above our
heads, darting down ever and anon to pick up a luckless fish which came
within their ken.  As the breeze fell light, our skipper determined to
obtain a supply of turtle to feed us and his crew, and to dispose of at
the first port we might touch at.  He had been a turtle-hunter from his
youth, and knew their ways, he told us, as well as any man.  There are
four different species--namely, the green turtle, the hawks-bill turtle,
the loggerhead turtle, and the trunk turtle.  The first is that which
makes its appearance at aldermanic feasts.  It deposits its eggs twice a
year, in May and June.  Its first deposit, in which it lays about two
hundred and forty eggs, is the largest.  The flesh of the hawks-bill
turtle is not considered equal to that of the green turtle, but its
shell is of great value as an article of commerce.  It also lays eggs
twice a year, in July and August; generally three hundred at a time.
The loggerhead lays three sets of eggs, each averaging one hundred and
seventy.  The trunk turtle is frequently of enormous size, with a pouch
like a pelican's; the shell is soft, and the flesh is almost of the
consistency of butter.  It is the least valuable, having no shell, and
the flesh being seldom eaten.  They all lay their eggs much in the same
way.  On nearing the shore on a moonlit night, the turtle raises her
head above the water to ascertain that no enemy is near, and if she
thinks all safe, she emits a loud hissing sound to drive away any which
may be concealed from her sight.  Landing, she slowly crawls over the
beach, raising her head, until she has found a suitable place for
depositing her eggs.  She then at once forms a hollow in the sand by
shovelling it out from beneath her, first by her hind flippers, then
with her fore ones, until a hollow has been dug nearly two feet in
length.  This operation she performs in about nine minutes.  Having
deposited her eggs in regular layers, which occupies about twenty
minutes, she scrapes the sand over them, and then smooths the surface,
so that any one passing would not discover that any creature had been
there.  This task accomplished, she rapidly retreats to the water,
leaving the eggs to be hatched by the heat of the sun.  On some parts of
the shore, within the space of a mile, hundreds of turtles deposit their
eggs.  Each time they form a new hole, generally near the first.  The
young, when hatched, are scarcely larger than a dollar.  Having
scratched their way through the sand, they at once run towards the
water, though a large number are picked up on their passage by birds and
the numerous other enemies of their race.  All turtles have beaks; but
the loggerhead has the most powerful set of jaws, which enables it to
crush the shells of mollusca of large size with as much ease as a man
can crack a nut.  Turtles swim through the water, in spite of their
shape, at great speed, with the same ease apparently as a bird flies
through the air; and we saw numbers of them, as we stood on the deck of
the schooner, darting about in search of their prey.

"How will you ever get hold of these fellows?" asked Carlos, as the
skipper was preparing to shove off in the boat, armed with his harpoon.

"You shall see," he answered.

Tim and I took the oars, Carlos steered, and Lejoillie, note-book in
hand, was ready to jot down his remarks.

Scarcely a minute had elapsed after leaving the side of the vessel, when
the skipper told us to pull in the direction he pointed, while he stood
in the bows of the boat, holding a single-pronged harpoon in his hand.
He had seen a turtle floating just below the surface.  Almost the next
instant the weapon darted with tremendous force from his hand.  To the
harpoon a line had been attached, which had been carefully coiled away
in the bows.  This quickly ran out until the huge loggerhead turtle
which had been struck reached the bottom, when we hauled taut the line
and belayed it.  We now sat quietly waiting until the turtle should be
compelled to rise to the surface to breathe.  About twenty minutes
passed, when, as it came up, the skipper hurled another weapon into its
body.  Now began the tug of war.  The turtle went rushing backwards and
forwards, sometimes sinking, sometimes rising, the skipper taking care
to keep the line over the bows, for had it slipped to the side, we
should have been capsized in a moment so tremendous were the jerks the
creature gave.

For nearly an hour the struggle continued, until the turtle gave in,
when, passing a rope round one of its flippers to prevent its sinking,
we towed it alongside the schooner.  The turtle, however, was not dead.
As we hoisted it on board, by means of the windlass and a couple of
tackles fastened to a rope secured round its flippers, its huge jaws,
large enough to bite a man in two, opened and shut, biting furiously at
everything near it.  We calculated that the monster weighed fully six
hundred pounds.

We afterwards killed a hawks-bill turtle and two small green turtles,
the flesh of which was kept for the cabin table.  The meat was preserved
by being cut up into slices and hung in the rigging to dry in the sun.
After this we had turtle-soup, and turtle-steaks, and turtle-hash, until
we agreed that we should infinitely prefer some slices of mutton.

It was extraordinary to observe what tenacity of life was exhibited by
the turtles.  For some time after the head was cut off it would snap at
everything near it.  Even the tail wriggled about after it was severed
from the body.  Captain Crump gravely asserted that, cut up a turtle as
we might, it would not die until the moon rose.  No doubt the heads
still retained their muscular power until nightfall.

While in search of turtle, we pulled over a coral reef, where the water
was so clear that we could see to the very bottom; and beautiful indeed
was the spectacle we beheld.  From the rocks grew sea-weeds of the most
brilliant colours,--the peacock's tail, sea-fan, and other lovely forms,
hanging in wreaths round the holes; while shells of every variety
covered the surface of the rocks, amid which appeared sponges, sea-eggs
with long spines, and sea-anemones.  Hither and thither darted fish of
every size and hue, from huge sharks to green, red, and gold fish of the
size of minnows.  On the shore of an island where we landed we found an
enormous number of shells of the most brilliant colours and graceful
shapes, from which Lejoillie selected so many that we could scarcely
carry them back to the boat.

After touching at Key West, where the United States Government has a
naval station, and in the neighbourhood of which a town of some size has
sprung up, we steered due north, intending to proceed to Cedar Keys,
where the _Great Alexander_ was to finish her voyage.  The first place
at which we were to touch was called Punta Rassa, at the mouth of the
river Caloosahatchee.  High up the river was Fort Myers, the most
westerly of the line of forts extending across the country to keep in
check the Everglade Indians.

Lejoillie proposed that we should try to make our way by these forts to
the head-waters of the Saint John River, by descending which we might
return to Castle Kearney.  Our skipper advised us, however, not to make
the attempt.  He warned us that the difficulties in the way--cedar
swamps, rivers, lakes, marshes, wild beasts, and savage Indians--would
prove insuperable, and that we should probably never again be heard of.

"Consider, my friends, how much we should add to our stock of scientific
knowledge," said Lejoillie, who was not to be turned from his object.

Carlos and I were ready to accompany him; but Tim, who had listened
attentively, took an opportunity of speaking to me on the subject,
saying--

"It's all very fine, Mr. Maurice, for Mr. Jolly to wish to know about
the birds an' bastes of the country; but what would be the good to him
or any one else, if he got knocked on the head and scalped?--an' from
the capt'n's account that seems to me mighty likely to happen.  I'd
stick to the _Great Alexander_, an' return home in her.  The longest way
round may prove the shortest way back.  Or I'd wait at Cedar Keys until
we can find a party of soldiers crossing the country to Saint John
River; for, depend on it, the Indians are in a bad temper, an' it
wouldn't be safe to cross the country with a small party."

I was much inclined to agree with Tim, and told him I would have a talk
with my cousin about the matter.

The river with the long name is the southernmost of three streams which
fall into a deep bay full of islets, called Charlotte Harbour.  We had
nearly reached a mangrove island, called Sanibel, when a squall from the
eastward struck the schooner and almost laid her over on her beam-ends.
The after-sails were quickly lowered, and as she righted away she flew
before the gale, leaving the port for which we were bound far astern.
The farther we got from the land, the heavier the sea became.  At length
the tossing and tumbling to which the old schooner was exposed began to
tell on her hull, the seams opening and letting in the water at an
unpleasant rate.  The pumps and buckets were therefore set agoing, and
we all turned-to, labouring at one or the other; but in spite of all our
efforts there appeared a great probability that the _Great Alexander_
would go to the bottom.  Happily, however, the gale abated in time to
prevent that catastrophe.  Once more we hauled our wind and stood back,
steering, however, for the northern entrance to the harbour, as our
skipper intended to touch at Hickory Bluff, near the mouth of Pease
Creek, instead of Punta Rassa, as he at first proposed doing.  On
standing in, however, we ran on one of the many oyster-banks which exist
between the islands.  As the tide was falling, we in vain endeavoured to
haul off the schooner, which bumped pretty severely for some time,--an
operation not likely to improve her seaworthy qualities.  At last we
were left almost high and dry,--the only advantage we gained from this
being the power of collecting an ample supply of very fine oysters.

"Ah!" exclaimed Lejoillie as he popped one after another down his
throat, "this is indeed a fine country, and might maintain a population
as dense as that of China with the abundance of food its shores and
surrounding seas afford."

"What are we to do next?" asked Carlos, when we had finished our
oysters.

"Wait till the tide rises, and then, if we can keep the craft afloat,
make for Hickory Bluff, where I guess we shall have to put her on shore
and try to patch her up," answered the skipper.

"And how long will it take to perform that operation?" inquired
Lejoillie.

"Maybe a week, or maybe a month," was the answer.  "I guess we shall
have to put a new bottom into her, for most of her planks are as rotten
as touchwood."

This was not pleasant information, as we had still some miles to sail;
but we were thankful that we had made the long stretch from Key West
without going to the bottom.  At last we did get off, and by dint of
hard pumping and baling the _Great Alexander_ was kept above water until
we reached the neighbourhood of Hickory Bluff, on the northern shore of
Pease Creek, when, the wind being favourable for the purpose, we ran the
craft at high-water right up on the sandy beach just in time to prevent
her sinking.  As the tide on ebbing left her dry, we surveyed her
bottom, when it seemed doubtful whether she would ever float again, and
we had therefore to decide as to our future proceedings.  Lejoillie,
after examining the map, proposed that we should pull up Pease Creek to
its head-waters, whence he calculated it was about a hundred miles to
Lake Washington, through which the Upper Saint John River flows.  We
might perform the journey after leaving the canoe, he calculated, in ten
days or a fortnight, or, by crossing another large lake in the
intermediate space, considerably shorten the distance by land.

As we found no vessel sailing northward, Lejoillie's plan appeared the
best; and we accordingly, the next morning, having engaged a canoe, with
two blacks to paddle and a white man to act as pilot, put up our goods
in compact bundles, and bade farewell to the _Great Alexander_, her
mosquitoes, cockroaches, scorpions, tarantulas, fleas, and bugs, as well
as to her worthy skipper and his crew.

We then embarked on our adventurous voyage.  Besides our crew, the canoe
held Lejoillie, Carlos, Tim, and me, our stores (including powder and
shot), and my faithful dog Caesar, who at once took up his position in
the bows, where he sat, as if on the look-out to warn us of danger
ahead.  There were two spare paddles, of which Tim and I made use, as we
were ashamed of sitting idle, and we found that we could greatly add to
the speed of the canoe.  Several times I felt something bump against the
bottom of our craft, and, on asking our pilot what it was, he replied--

"Only maybe a shark or a devil-fish; they are pretty plentiful
hereabout."

Upon looking over the side indeed, so clear was the water that we could
see vast numbers of monster fish,--not only sharks and devil-fish, but
saw-fish, jew-fish, sting rays, whip rays, and other specimens of the
finny tribe, of great size,--swimming below and around us in such
numbers that they threatened to upset the canoe, and we actually struck
them over and over again with our paddles.

By the time we had gone about a mile, having reached the centre of the
river, a strong breeze sprang up, and a good deal of sea constantly
broke over us, and compelled Carlos and Lejoillie to employ themselves
in baling.  Our pilot, however, assured us that, in the course of half
an hour or so, we should be in smooth water, if we were not upset in the
meantime.  It made us shudder at what would be our fate should such an
event occur.  However, we were in for it, and determined to keep our
course up the river.  Our canoe, I should have said, was a dug-out, made
from a cypress trunk, about forty feet in length and three feet in
breadth, and sharp at both ends.  She had eight thwarts, on which the
paddlers sat, and a seat aft for the helmsman, who also used a paddle
for steering.  For several miles mangrove trees bordered the river on
either side, without a single spot, so far as we could see, where we
could land should it become necessary.  Wind and tide being in our
favour, we made good progress; but still the water bubbled over the
gunwale, and the canoe leaked considerably.  Our guide assured us that
this was nothing, and that he would soon stop the leaks when we got on
shore.

"If we don't go down in the meantime, my friend," said Lejoillie.  "I
rather think that in leaving the _Great Alexander_, we only tumbled out
of the frying-pan into the fire."

"Don't trouble your head about that," observed our guide, Silas Munch,
whom, by-the-by, I ought before to have introduced.  Born in the
Bahamas, of British parents, he had come over to the States, and had
become a naturalised citizen, such characters being known in that region
as Conches.  Hot sand and sea air had burned his countenance to a
mahogany tint.  He was small and wiry.  His costume consisted of a
broad-brimmed hat, a coarse blue cloth jacket worn above a jersey, while
his nether man was clothed in leather gaiters reaching to the thighs,
and strong boots, so that he was prepared for service either afloat or
ashore.  He carried a rusty rifle, with a powder-horn and belt slung
over his shoulders, and an axe and long knife stuck in his belt.

We had paddled on all day.  Still the banks appeared as far off as ever,
and the water as rough as at first.  Just, however, as the sun was
sinking, Munch pointed out a sand-bank, where he thought that we could
land and pass the night.  We were very glad to get on shore, and haul up
the canoe.  While some of the party collected wood for a fire, and made
other preparations for camping, Munch, taking his gun and a small iron
pot, asked me if I would accompany him into the forest.  In a short time
we reached a group of pitch-pines, one of which he tapped, and collected
the juice in the pot.  Not far off also were some gum-trees, from which
he gathered a handful or two of gum.  With these we returned to the
camp; when, mixing the juice of the pitch-pine with the gum, he boiled
it down in a small tripod.  The canoe being by this time dry, he spread
the mixture over the leaks, and assured us that she would thus be
perfectly water-tight.  Though we kept up a blazing fire, the sand-flies
and mosquitoes nearly drove sleep away, and we were all ready at early
dawn the next morning to continue our voyage.  We had now got beyond the
influence of the tide, and had the current against us; but as it ran
with no great strength, we made good way.

The river was still of considerable width, though the water was
perfectly fresh.  As we passed along the banks, alligators innumerable
were seen.  On one occasion a strong blast struck us as we were rounding
a point, and almost drove our canoe among the tangled brushwood which
lined the banks, where a dozen or more of these enormous reptiles were
disporting themselves.  They refused to move, until we were within a few
feet of them, when half of their number plunged into the water right
under our canoe, striking her bottom so violently with their scaly backs
that we fully expected to be upset.


We paddled as hard as we could to get off the shore.  Had we been
capsized, our fate would have been sealed, for many of them were twenty
feet in length, and could have crushed us and our canoe with one snap of
their jaws.  Happily, the brutes are as cowardly as they are powerful in
appearance, and they were probably more frightened at us than we were at
them.  I rather think that Lejoillie, judging by his countenance,
heartily wished himself safe on shore.

As we paddled on, the scenery changed, and animal life became more
abundant.  Snake-birds, uttering their shrill cries, flew off from every
overhanging bough; kingfishers darted hither and thither, astonished at
the appearance of our canoe; bitterns flew from tree to tree, and
terrapins splashed hastily into the water, as we approached.  Tall
lilies, with large white, crimson, or purple blossoms, and beautiful
flowers of various descriptions, fringed the water's edge; while the
banks were overhung with tangled masses of the densest tropical
vegetation, beyond which rose forests of cabbage-palm, backed on the
higher ground by tall pine-trees.  The alligators continued as plentiful
as ever; numbers of them lay on the banks, watching us with savage eyes.
Lejoillie shot one of the fellows, who refused to get out of our way;
indeed, had we not been unwilling to expend our ammunition, we might
have killed scores of the monsters.  We passed one huge fellow swimming
slowly down the stream, with a number of birds on his back, to which
also was attached a whole forest of boughs, reeds, and water-plants, so
that he had the appearance of a floating island.  Lejoillie was of
opinion that he had been wallowing in the mud, as his back was thickly
covered with slime, to which the water-plants and boughs had become
attached so firmly that he was unable to shake them off.  It was curious
to see several birds flying about him; or settled on his back,
exhibiting the most perfect fearlessness.

We encamped on a spot of much the same character as we had chosen on the
previous night.  A short distance behind rose a rich hummock, where
live-oak, mahogany, mulberry, gum, cabbage-palm, and other valuable
trees and shrubs, grew together in the greatest luxuriance.  Beyond it
stretched a savanna, where our pilot told us we should find abundance of
small birds.  At daylight we took our guns, and went in search of them.
We saw plenty of quails, gorgeously  red-birds and blue-birds,
and mocking-birds of sweet tone, but no animals of any size, though we
came across not a few black snakes and rattlesnakes; the former, being
harmless, were allowed to live, but we never failed to shoot off the
heads of the latter.


We returned with a good bag of quails, which afforded us a luxurious
supper.  As game would not keep many hours, we had to eat it at once, or
throw it away.  We formed our camp with more care than usual, as our
guide suggested that there might be Indians in the neighbourhood, or
that a panther or a bear might pay us a visit, while it was not
impossible that an alligator might come foraging into our camp.  We kept
up a large fire, therefore, and one of the party remained on watch, each
man taking a turn of a couple of hours.  About midnight we were aroused
by a most fearful bellowing.  We started to our feet, and, supposing
that some unknown monsters were approaching, seized our rifles and
pistols, ready to defend ourselves.  On looking about, however, we could
see nothing.  Our pilot's laugh reassured us.

"Those are only 'gators," he said; "it's the sort of music they're fond
of, and it's no use trying to stop them.  They'll not come on shore
while the fire burns brightly.  As long as they keep in the water,
they're welcome to make all the noise they like."

Never having heard the sound of the alligator's voice before, I had no
idea that it could give forth such fearful roars.  As our guide had
observed, there was no use in attempting to stop them; so they continued
their horrible concert, preventing us taking a wink of sleep, until
morning dawned, when we turned out, and gathered round our fire to enjoy
our breakfast, for which our wakeful night had given us an appetite.  As
soon as our meal was over, we started; but we met with no particular
adventure.

It was time again to land for dinner, or rather forage for our dinner,
for we had no meat on board fit to eat.

Carlos and I accompanied Lejoillie, while the rest of our party remained
to catch fish, and make up the fire for cooking them.

We had shot several snipe and a fat turkey, when, as we were clambering
up a bank, being somewhat before my companions, I was not a little
surprised to see, within four paces of me, the huge head of a black
bear, peering over the tops of the palmetto to ascertain what was
approaching.  I mechanically raised my rifle to fire, calling at the
same time to Lejoillie and Carlos to come to my assistance should I
miss.  I never felt more nervous in my life, for although I believed
that I should wound the bear, yet I might the next moment find myself in
his embrace, with his jaws applied to my neck.  Aiming at his chest, I
pulled the trigger, and then leaped back to avoid him should he spring
on me.  He, however, had been more frightened than I was.  When my shot
entered his body, he must have been on the point of turning to fly; but
the bullet had taken deadly effect, and he had not gone ten paces, when
over he rolled, and lay struggling on the ground.  Lejoillie and Carlos
coming up, fired into his head and killed him.  We at once set to work
to cut him up, and procured an ample supply of steaks for all our party.


Paddling on again, as usual, we continued our journey, until a
favourable camping-place presented itself.  During the night, while I
was on watch, I heard a singular cry, ceaselessly repeated, which
resembled the words, "Down-ka-dou, down-ka-dou," accented in a guttural
tone.  I waited until I was relieved by Carlos; then, instead of lying
down, rifle in hand I crept towards the point whence the sound
proceeded, when I saw a tall bird standing in the water, every now and
then darting forward, poking his long bill amid the reeds which grew
around.  I should at once have shot it; but I knew that, if I did so, I
should be unable to pick it up without the risk of being caught by an
alligator.  Thinking that probably the bird would remain until the
morning, I returned to camp.

As soon as Lejoillie awoke, I told him what I had seen.  He and I at
once set out with Caesar in search of it.  We had not gone far, when, on
dashing forward, a large bird rose, and was flying over our heads.
Lejoillie fired, and brought it down.  He uttered an exclamation of
delight as he ran forward, observing that it was a bittern of a peculiar
and rare species, of which he had not a single specimen in his
collection.  It stood nearly two feet high.  The plumage was of a rich
brown, streaked with black; its breast grey; its beak as sharp as a
dagger.  The loose plumes on its neck, with its large yellow eyes
dilated, like all night-birds, gave it a stupid look.  Lejoillie hurried
back to the camp to skin it.  On cutting it open, we discovered that it
ate small birds, as a water-rail, which it had swallowed whole, was
found in its stomach.

It took us ten days to ascend Pease Creek.  Though the current ran at no
place very strongly, it was against us; and as we got higher up, our
course was obstructed by the trunks and branches of trees blown down by
a tempest, through which we had to cut our way.

At length we reached a small shallow lake, from which the eastern branch
of the river takes its rise.  We had come to the termination of our
voyage.

"I have brought you thus far in safety, gentlemen," said Munch, as we
paid him the stipulated price for his services, and the hire of the
canoe.  "I wish that I could accompany you farther, and that I could be
certain you will get through without misadventure.  I have little doubt
about your finding the food you require; but I am not quite satisfied
that you will escape the Redskins.  Keep out of their way if you can; or
if you fall in with any, show them that you are not to be trifled with."

"I have a favour to ask, my friend," said Lejoillie.  "Will you allow
your black, Jupiter, to accompany us?  I have spoken to him, and he is
willing to go if you will give him leave.  I'll pay for his journey back
to Hickory Bluff, when we reach Castle Kearney.  We should not wish to
part with him until then."

Munch hesitated.  "Toby and I will find it a hard matter to paddle the
canoe back without him.  Still, as we shall have the current with us, I
won't prevent him, if he wishes to go.  What do you say, Jup?"

"Me like to go with Massa Jolly, an' Tim, an' young gentlemen.  Maybe
dey not find de way without me," answered the black.

"In that case you may go, if they pay your wages from the time we left
Hickory Bluff," answered Munch, who had an eye to business, and would
thus save several dollars.  To this Lejoillie at once agreed; and it was
settled that Jupiter, or "Jup," as he was more familiarly called, should
join our party.  We were very glad to have him, for he was an active,
intelligent fellow; born of free parents in the country, and well
acquainted with every part of it.  He had frequently joined hunting
expeditions into the interior, and knew the habits of the Indians as
well as he did those of the animals we were likely to meet with.

The lagoon was filled with alligators, who shoved their noses up among
the lilies and other water-plants, looking at us with hungry eyes, as if
they would very much like to feast on our bodies.  We managed, not
without difficulty, to reach the shore, and, carrying our traps to a
pine-ridge elevated three or four feet above the lake, we encamped.  The
next morning, having strapped on our knapsacks, we commenced our march
eastwards; while Munch and his companion set off on their return voyage
down Pease Creek.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

A DREARY REGION--HUNTING--THE VALLEY OF MUSHROOMS--AN EXPLOSION AND
CANNONADE--GOBBLERS--THE CABBAGE-PALM--A PALMETTO-LEAF HUT--THE
MOCKING-BIRD--THE RED ORPHEUS--AN EVENING'S AMUSEMENT--ATTACKED BY
SPIDERS--SOUNDS OF THE FOREST--"JUP" AND THE EAGLE--INDIAN TRAILS--ON
THE BORDERS OF LAKE KISSIMMEE--CANOE OR RAFT--SHOOTING AN ALLIGATOR--THE
CAT-BIRD--FUTURE MOVEMENTS--IN CAMP--OUR COURSE SELECTED--MAKING A
RAFT--"ATTACUS LUNA"--WHAT TIM SAW IN THE MORNING WATCH--ABOUT TO
START--AN ALARM--INDIANS--THE RAFT LAUNCHED--UNDER WEIGH--OUT OF RANGE--
AFLOAT ON THE LAKE.

We five travellers had been for some time making our way eastward in as
direct a course as we could steer by compass across a pine-barren.  The
ground was as level as a floor.  Now and then a rivulet appeared, from
which we quenched our thirst; while the magnolias and other flowering
plants on its banks relieved the dull uniformity of the woods.  The sun,
however, beat down on our heads with intense force, and our legs were
torn by the sharp teeth of the saw-palmetto which covered the ground.
Here and there rose distant islands of pine, which give the name to the
region.  Not a human being could we see, the only animal life visible
being some lean wild cattle, which found a scanty subsistence in the
natural grasses which had sprung up where the palmetto-scrub had been
burned.  Frequently we had to turn aside to avoid the swampy ponds
fringed with saw-grass.  The surface of these ponds was covered with
water-lilies of various hues, amid which alligators large and small
popped up their heads, warning us not to approach too near.  Tall
sand-hill cranes stalked about uttering loud whoops, until, disturbed by
a shot from one of our rifles, they flew off to a distance.  Turkey
buzzards, useful but disgusting-looking birds, were feeding on the
carcasses of some of the cattle which had died from disease, or been
bitten by rattlesnakes.  Near the edges of the ponds we observed the
tracks of numbers of these snakes.  Probably the cattle, going down to
drink, had trodden on some of the creatures, and been bitten in return.
We killed several which lay in our path.

We had been unable to get near any of the wild cattle, nor had we come
across any deer, so that, with the exception of a duck, two snipes, and
a plover, we had shot nothing that would serve for our supper.  At last
a hummock appeared in the distance ahead, and towards it we directed our
course, intending to camp near its borders at an early hour, so that we
might have time to obtain a supply of large game.  As we approached the
hummock, we found it to be of considerable size, and apparently denser
than usual; still we hoped to be able to make our way into it in search
of deer.

I have already described the various trees which grow on these
hummocks,--enormous cabbage-palms and cotton-trees, scarlet maples and
cedars, black and white gum-trees, magnolias, and many others, the whole
festooned with creepers and hung with air-plants of gorgeous hues.  The
spot we chose for our camp was a high sandy ridge, on which grew a group
of pines, affording shelter and firewood, while a stream flowed near,
into the bottom, where it was lost to view.

Carlos, who was tired and somewhat out of sorts, remained with Tim and
Jup to form the camp, while Lejoillie and I set out with our guns in
search of game.  We had not gone far when my companion fired at a duck
of peculiar and beautiful plumage, with a black body and white tuft on
its head.  We hurried forward in pursuit between the thick trees, eager
to secure the prize.  The duck, however, again rose just as we had got
up to it, but fell once more in a still thicker part of the hummock,
where we could see through the trees the glitter of water.  In spite of
the numerous impediments in our way, we pushed forward until we found
ourselves well-nigh in darkness, though the sun was still high above the
horizon, the tree-tops which joined overhead being interlaced by
numberless creepers of various descriptions, forming a roof impenetrable
by the light of day.  An almost insupportable mouldy odour, like the
effluvium arising from a dead body, pervaded the atmosphere; but eager
to obtain the bird, Lejoillie pushed on, and I followed.  The pool into
which the duck had fallen was covered with a green scum; and on throwing
a piece of wood into it, the green changed into violet, as if some
chemical product had been mixed with it.  The ground itself was covered
with a white efflorescence, which stuck to our feet, and made us slip at
every step.

As our eyes became accustomed to the light, we discovered that we were
in the midst of fungi or mushrooms of every shape and colour.  Some were
almost microscopic, collected on the bark of the decaying wood; others
were of gigantic proportions, equal in circumference to the trunks of
the enormous trees amid which they grew.  No vegetables except moss and
toadstool-like productions could exist in that airless and pestiferous
region.  In every direction lay the trunks of enormous trees blown down
by some hurricane, so completely rotted by damp that a stick run into
them went right through.  They lay like vast skeletons, serving to
nourish the mushrooms which grew vigorously in the rank vegetation.

Here also were vast gelatinous and transparent masses, from which oozed
out a yellow-tinted liquid, of so venomous a character that a drop
falling on the skin raised a blister.  Other fungi were of dazzling
whiteness, which Lejoillie likened to a casket of pearls, supported by
an azure stalk.  Many were in the shape of a Chinese hat, and of an
orange-red colour, striped with silver bands; indeed, the whole tribe of
fungi appeared here to have their representatives.  Many were as tall as
children, with heads upwards of two yards in diameter.  Some were of
rose colour, and resembled vast umbrellas.  Still more numerous were
those of a cup shape, and of a bluish tint, the interior resembling a
huge pot.


We advanced in single file amidst the rows of giant mushrooms, not
without considerable fear that in this gloomy valley some strange
monster would suddenly appear before us, to resent our intrusion into
his domains.  Suddenly Lejoillie, who was a short distance in front,
slipped on the slimy ground over which we were walking, as if on ice,
and in falling struck one of the largest mushrooms, which, to my
astonishment and dismay, immediately exploded with a report like that of
a piece of artillery, throwing into the air a vast cloud of dust.
Losing my balance almost immediately afterwards, I followed his example,
when directly the whole valley resounded with reports, the mushrooms
bursting on every side, as if defending their colony against the visit
of strangers.  Confused by the sound and blinded by the red dust which,
filling our ears and irritating our eyes, made us sneeze and cough
continuously, we beat a hasty retreat, entirely forgetting the duck we
had come to seek.  Not until we had got clear of the fusillade directed
against us by the fungi, did we stop in our flight, when, clearing the
dust from our eyes, and shaking it off from our heads and clothes,
Lejoillie burst into a fit of laughter.

"You will like to understand how this happened, my young friend," he
observed.  "Possibly others will be incredulous when they hear of our
adventure.  These mushrooms, like other vegetables, have the power of
suddenly bursting without being touched, Nature having provided them
with this means of spreading their seed over a wide extent of ground.
The red dust which so disagreeably filled our eyes is composed of
imperceptible spores, each atom containing a germ.  The shock produced
when we fell caused the explosion of some of the largest of these, and
they set all the others agoing, though who would have believed that two
brave hunters could be put to flight by mushrooms!"

Comical as was the adventure, the result to us was far from pleasant,
for we both had our faces and hands covered with pimples, while it was
some time before we ceased coughing and spluttering from the quantity
which had got down our throats; indeed, the mushroom germs had
completely poisoned us.  We were still more vexed at the thought of
losing the bird after encountering so much annoyance, when Caesar, who
had followed us, appeared, bringing it in his mouth.  Although we did
not venture back again into the bottom of the hummock, we succeeded in
killing a couple of fat gobblers, which amply supplied us all with
supper and breakfast the next morning.

Just outside the hummock was a cabbage-palm, which, as I have said,
abounds in Florida.  It rose in straight and graceful grandeur to the
height of a hundred feet without a branch, then burst into a mass of
dark-green, fan-shaped leaves.  In the centre of this mass grows the
far-famed cabbage, which is a tender white shoot, protected by numerous
fibrous folds.  We were wishing for some vegetable, when Jup undertook
to obtain a cabbage.  Fastening a belt round his waist and the trunk of
the tree, he worked himself up to the summit, when, drawing his knife
from his belt, he cut out the vegetable.  He then chopped off a number
of the large leaves from the summit for the purpose of forming a
palmetto hut, which might afford us shelter.  We cooked the cabbage,
though it is often eaten raw, and agreed that it resembled a Spanish
chestnut in taste.  Carlos told us that the tree would die in
consequence of having the cabbage cut out, and Jup confirmed the
statement.

Our huts were of the very simplest description.  Fixing in two uprights,
we secured a horizontal pole between them at their tops; and from this
pole we suspended the enormous cabbage-palm leaves, stretching them out
at the bottom, thus forming a thatched roof impervious to rain or sun.
Where cabbage-palms grow, the hunter, as I have shown, can in a few
minutes form a very efficient hut, capable of holding two or three
people.


Numerous birds, inhabitants of the trees near our camp, amused us during
the evening by their varied notes.  One which we watched was of a
graceful form, with a long fine beak, its plumage being grey-brown above
and white beneath.  Though larger than the nightingale, to which it has
often been compared, it has a superior and more varied voice, but lacks
that sweetness of expression and melancholy charm which have made the
reputation of the plaintive Philomel.  It has, however, a song of its
own, composed of a dozen syllables, clear, sonorous, and harmonious,
which runs over an extensive scale.  At first, it entertained us with
its own song, but in a short time began imitating those of other birds,
which it did to perfection; indeed, Jup told us, and Carlos corroborated
the statement, that it can imitate the human voice, as well as the
hissing of serpents, the roar of alligators, the gobbling of turkeys,
and the cry of all other birds.  Lejoillie tried it by whistling a tune,
when the bird imitated him, introducing a number of variations.  The
mocking-bird, for such it was, afforded us infinite amusement during the
evening.

Another bird also made its appearance, called the red orpheus.  It had a
reddish-brown plumage, with a fawn-<DW52> breast spotted with black.
It was about the same size as the mocking-bird, its note being very
similar to that of the European blackbird, but more sonorous and
melodious, and superior in some respects to that of the mocking-bird.
It is of an equally graceful form, and has the same long fine beak.  We
found numbers of them in the forest among the cedars and myrtles, whose
fruit they eat, and where also they chase various winged insects.  Both
these birds build their nests six or seven feet above the ground, on
thorny bushes, or in wild orange trees.  The nests are composed of the
downy mosses of plants fastened together with the fibres of flax.  The
eggs of the mocking-bird are blue with brown spots; those of the orpheus
are of a beautiful azure tint.

Scarcely had we turned in to our leaf-covered huts when I felt some
creatures crawling over me.  I jumped up, and running to the fire, shook
off two or three horrid-looking spiders.  My exclamations aroused my
companions, and they likewise found several of the same spiders crawling
over them.  Tim cried out that he had been bitten, and that he felt an
extraordinary numbness in the limb.  Lejoillie said immediately
afterwards that he also had suffered; and Jup, on seeing the creatures,
declared that they were the most venomous of spiders, and warned us that
if we went to sleep they might actually bite us to death.  Lejoillie
recollected having heard of the species, which is called the
sleeping-spider.  We accordingly, making up our fire, gathered closely
round it, hoping that the creatures would not approach its flames.  On
examining the ground in the neighbourhood, we found a number of small
holes, out of which the spiders were creeping in search of prey; but, as
we had hoped, they did not venture close enough to the fire to reach us.
We spent an uncomfortable night, and I was glad when it came to my turn
to walk sentry.  As I moved about I kept a watch on my feet, lest any of
the venomous insects should climb up my legs.  The ground appeared
literally swarming with them.  In the morning, when we came to examine
it, we found that the whole bank was mined below with the galleries of
thousands of these sleeping-spiders.  So poisonous is their bite that it
sometimes causes a lethargy, during which the person bitten passes from
sleep to death.  During the day these insects stop up their holes with
sand, and only come out in the night.  A dark-red line runs down their
back, and they have flat heads.  To struggle against these venomous
creatures was impossible; it would have been more easy to contend with a
pack of wolves, or any other wild beasts.  The instinct of my dog
induced him to crawl close up to the fire, where he remained all night
so near to it that he nearly burned off his coat.

At daybreak I proposed to start off, to be at once free from the dangers
of the neighbourhood.  But Jup observed, "No fear now, massa; de spiders
all gone to bed."

Such was found to be the case, as they are strictly nocturnal hunters,
and keep their holes closely shut during the day-time.  We had therefore
no longer any fear of being bitten, and were able to take our breakfast
at our leisure.  As soon as possible, however, after breakfast, we were
again on the move.

We had much the same description of country to pass through as on the
previous day--mostly open prairie, with pine-barrens and occasional
hummocks.  I cannot describe each day of our journey.  In the early
morning we were aroused half an hour before sunrise by a wonderful
chorus of birds and insects, the mocking-bird and cat-bird making the
greatest noise.  At that time the inhabitants of the woods seemed to
awaken to active life as suddenly as day succeeds the night, and night
the day, in those Southern latitudes.  The deep-sounding whoops of the
sand-hill cranes--the cries of herons, bitterns, and ibis--the gobbles
of turkeys--the confused quacking of flocks of ducks--the chattering of
pelicans--the melodious voices of thousands of song-birds--the hum of
millions of insects,--all combined to create a volume of sound which
effectually banished sleep.  As the sun rose above the summits of the
trees, the various sounds gradually decreased, and during the heat of
mid-day all seemed hushed in the stillness of death.  As evening
approached, once more the feathered songsters suddenly burst forth; then
for a short time there would be silence; when again, towards midnight,
the hootings and shrieks of numerous night-birds, and the more savage
cries and hideous voices of alligators, wolves, and ocelots, would break
our slumbers.

One evening we were nearly losing our black attendant, who not only had
proved himself an intelligent guide, but was ready to serve us in every
way he could.  We had just encamped, when a short distance off an
enormous eagle rose from a stunted tree on the borders of a neighbouring
hummock.  Lejoillie was anxious to obtain its eggs, or one of the young
birds should they be hatched; and Jup immediately volunteered to climb
up and procure one or the other.  Supposing that the eagle had flown to
a distance, Jup advanced to the tree, leaving his axe and knife, which
he had been using, behind him on the ground.  Some thick bark, and a few
branches and twigs projecting from the trunk, enabled him to make his
way up the tree in a manner none of us could imitate.

Lejoillie was engaged at the time in skinning a bird he had just before
shot, and we were all busy in preparing the camp, when we heard Jup
shriek out.  He had ample reason for doing so.  He had gained the branch
of the tree on a level with the nest--filled with skeletons and bones of
other birds and animals which the eagle had brought to feed its young.
The parent bird, with its sharp eyes, though far beyond our sight, must
have observed the intruder approaching its home.  In an instant, down it
swooped with discordant shrieks, and Jup with great difficulty managed
to spring behind a branch to avoid its onslaught.  Every instant it
threatened to drive its sharp claws into his woolly head, or to peck out
his eyes.

I was the first to see his danger, and rushing forward with my rifle,
attempted to obtain a shot.  I was afraid, however, that while trying to
shoot the bird, I might wound the black.  Jup shouted at the top of his
voice, hoping to keep the eagle at bay.

"Come down, Jup! come down!"  I cried.

"Bery well to say dat, massa, but not so easy to do dat," answered Jup,
who preserved his presence of mind.

I united my voice to his, and we were soon joined by Tim, who shouted as
lustily as the black.  This prevented the eagle from striking down at
Jup, who now began to descend; and as there was sufficient distance
between his head and the eagle's beak, I fired.  At the same moment I
heard a crash, and thought the eagle had fallen; but when the smoke
cleared away, what was my horror to discover Jup lying on the ground,
while the eagle was clinging on to a branch just above its nest.
Regardless of the bird, Tim and I ran to pick up the fallen black.
Great was our satisfaction to find, on seeing him quickly get up, that
no bones had been broken.

"Me go 'gain an' get de eggs," he said; "nebber fear."

"We must dispose of the eagle first," I answered; and Tim and I both
firing, the huge bird, fluttering wildly, fell to the ground.

As we approached, it endeavoured fiercely to defend itself with its
talons and beak; but Tim, clubbing his rifle, dealt it a blow on the
head which put an end to its struggles.  Its mate not making its
appearance, Jup again ascended, and returned with a couple of eggs,
greatly to Lejoillie's satisfaction.

Eager as we were to get on, we had to lie by during the heat of the day,
selecting the thickest shade we could find.  After the sun had begun to
sink in the west, we marched forward until nearly dark.  We found it,
however, generally necessary to allow ourselves time for an hour's
hunting, to secure a sufficient amount of game for our support.

We had, as may be supposed, kept a sharp look-out for Indians; but we
had seen none, nor had we discovered any recent trails, though we
occasionally came upon their abandoned camps, as well as the paths they
had formed through the forest or across the prairie.  We were somewhat
surprised at this; but Carlos said he suspected that those who had
inhabited that part of the country had moved northward, or had retreated
to the Everglades in the south, where the Palefaces could not follow
them.  Circumstances afterwards occurred to show that he was right in
both surmises--that the old men, women, and children had been sent into
the impenetrable fastnesses in the south, while the warriors had gone
north to join the forces at that time assembled under Powell, or Oceola,
as the Indians called him.

We were now approaching Lake Kissimmee, which we intended crossing on
our way to the Saint John.  Reaching a pine-island--as those sandy
elevations are called, rising out of the plain--where we intended to
camp, we saw the lake before us.  It was a question now whether we
should march round its northern shore, or save ourselves a journey of
twenty or thirty miles by crossing in a canoe, or on a raft which we
proposed to construct.  We held a consultation on the subject.  Should a
storm arise, we should be exposed to no small danger; while alligators,
from the experience we had had before, might, we thought it possible,
strike the bottom of the canoe or raft and upset it.

For the sake of obtaining a variety of food, Tim and I set off with our
fishing-tackle--of course, carrying our guns--towards a large stream,
which we discovered running into the lake.  We saw plenty of birds on
our way; among them the white ibis, the white heron, the snake-bird, and
vulture.  We found a bluff, with deep water below it, into which we had
scarcely thrown our lines when we each hooked a large black bass; after
which we caught several bream, cat-fish, and perch, until we had as much
as we could carry.

I had gone down to the water to clean our fish; and I was so employed
when, stooping down, I saw the snout of an alligator raised above the
surface.  Without moving, I imitated the grunt of a pig.  The monster
saurian, expecting to have a porker for supper, swam on, with jaws open,
its wicked eye turned towards me.  I had taken up my rifle, and when it
was about eight paces off, suddenly rising, I fired directly down its
throat.  What was my horror to see it rushing forward at an accelerated
speed.  As may be supposed, I sprang up the bluff, not stopping to
collect my fish; when the monster ran its nose right against the bank,
and, in a vain attempt to land, rolled back again, fiercely lashing the
water with its tail.  Having made its way to the opposite side, after
several convulsive struggles, it turned over and died.  Had my foot
slipped on the grassy bank, my adventures would probably have been
ended.  I was quickly joined by Tim; and while finishing the cleaning of
our fish, we kept a sharp look-out.

Near the spot where we were encamped was a hummock, on which grew
mulberry-trees, boxwood, and gigantic cypresses, six feet in diameter,
their trunks and branches being completely enclosed in the india-rubber
vine, which in this part of the country grows in great profusion.

On our return to camp, Tim and I were passing near a thicket when we
were saluted with strange cries, resembling the mewings of a number of
deserted kittens.  As we approached to ascertain what creatures were
uttering these strange sounds, they grew louder and louder.  We caught
sight, however, only of several birds, about the size of a thrush,
flitting in and out among the branches, and stopping every now and then
to look at us.  As we passed on they followed, until we got close to the
camp.  We then called Lejoillie to come and see them.


He at once pronounced them to be cat-birds.  Their plumage was brown,
with black caps on their heads, their rumps being of a red orange tint.
They seemed to have no fear of us; for, gathering on the boughs of the
trees near the camp, evidently seeking our society, they began a most
extraordinary concert, if such it could be called, for certainly it was
not singing.  Sometimes one of them would speak in a hollow voice, then
another would bark, imitating Caesar; now one fellow would yelp like a
fox, and make a rattling sound like that of a rattlesnake.  Others
croaked like frogs, and imitated the sneeze of a human being.  Had we
heard them without seeing the birds, we should have thought some strange
creatures inhabited the wood; but, in reality, the birds were only
trying, by producing sounds familiar to our ears, to tell us that we
were welcome to their native forest.

It is very difficult to keep a cat-bird in captivity, as it soon pines
and dies; or it would certainly be preferred to a parrot, on account of
its far superior talent of imitation.  Lejoillie refrained from killing
any of our amusing friends, who remained watching us all the time we
were in camp.

We required a day's rest before proceeding farther on our journey; for
we could not tell what difficulties we might have to encounter, and it
would be necessary to be in full strength to overcome them.  Having
examined the ground thoroughly, to ascertain that it was not inhabited
by spiders, like our last camping-place, we built three cabbage-palm
huts, and collected fuel sufficient to keep up the fire during the
night.  Before turning in, we had another talk about our future
proceedings.  I undertook, the first thing in the morning, to climb to
the top of the highest tree, from which I could get a look-out over the
country to the eastward and north-east, round the northern end of the
lake.  Should it appear practicable, we resolved to proceed by land; but
if not, we determined to spend the next day in building a raft to cross
the lake.  We expected to find it sufficiently shallow to enable us to
pole most of the way over.  We agreed to make some paddles, and, in case
the wind should be favourable, to use our blankets as sails.  Jup was
the most experienced sailor among us, though we all knew enough about
boating to undertake such a voyage without fear.  We kept a watch during
the night, so that, should any hostile Indians approach, we might fight
for our lives, and not be murdered in our sleep, as might be the case
should we be caught napping.  For the sake of health, and to avoid
mosquitoes, it was always necessary to camp on the highest ground we
could find.  We were more exposed to view from a distance than we should
have been had we been able to light our fires in the hollows, where,
during the night, we should have had the advantage of concealment.  At
the same time, from the high ground we could the better see an enemy
approaching.  Still, we had gone thus far and had not met any Indians,
so that we might hope to perform the rest of the journey without
encountering them.

The night passed away without our being disturbed.  Occasionally a few
creatures would pass by, their shadowy forms scarcely distinguishable
through the gloom.  We knew that they were either deer or wild cattle.
Now and then a wolf would approach, or a puma, or ocelot; but a shout
would send them to the rightabout.

As soon as daylight appeared, with the aid of Jup, who accompanied me, I
succeeded in getting to the top of a tall pine.  On looking out I was
convinced, from the clear green to the north of the lake, and from its
flat appearance, that it was swampy.  As far as I could judge, the
swamps extended to the shore of another small lake, still farther to the
north, Jup agreed with me that it would save a troublesome journey
through marshes if we were to cross the lake, as had at first been
proposed.

Directly breakfast was over, therefore, we set off for the shore of the
lake, where we were fortunate in finding a hard piece of ground by the
side of a stream which ran into it, a point extending out into the
water; and we could only hope that we should find a similar
landing-place on the opposite side.  On the hard ground, a couple of
feet above the water, grew a number of pines.  Several of the smaller as
well as larger trees had been blown down by a hurricane, and were
sufficiently dry, and yet not rotten, for our purpose.  Lopping off the
roots and branches, we collected six trees, each about thirty feet long,
which one by one we managed to roll into the water.  The cross-pieces
were more easily obtained.  The whole were fastened together with what
the Spaniards call sipos, or creepers, which make a very tolerable rope
for such a purpose.  On the top of this framework we placed a sort of
platform of reeds, which would, we hoped, keep us free from the water.
We had still to cut some long poles; a couple of spars for masts, and
two more for yards; a paddle to steer by, and one for each of us.  Night
was approaching by the time we had quite finished.  Altogether we were
well content with our performance, though perhaps a more experienced
sailor would have hesitated to trust himself on such a structure.  As
the mosquitoes would have allowed us but little sleep had we attempted
to remain near the lake at night, we returned to our camping-ground on
the ridge, having previously dragged the raft up on shore.  On our way I
saw Lejoillie eagerly eyeing the branches of a tree producing a sweet
gum.

"Stop, stop!" he exclaimed, "in case you may alarm it."  And he began
opening his butterfly-net, which lay in a case he always carried in his
pocket.


I looked in the direction towards which his eyes were turned, and saw a
magnificent moth sucking gum exuding from a branch.  It was more
beautiful than any I had seen.  The body was of a flesh colour; the
wings broad and of a tender green, with blue, crimson, and orange spots.
I stopped while he advanced, trembling lest the specimen might escape
him.  With what eagerness he closed the net over it! and I felt almost
as rejoiced as he seemed to be that he had captured the treasure.  He
told us that it was called the "Attacus luna," and that it was the most
beautiful moth in Florida.  The caterpillar produces silk, though it is
not equal to that of the better known silkworm.

The naturalist appeared as delighted to have secured the moth uninjured
as most people would have been to pick up a nugget of gold.  By degrees
we had expended a portion of our ammunition and provisions; but as
Lejoillie added to his collection, our loads were not much lightened,
though his bird-skins, moths, and insects were not very weighty
articles.

Tim, who had the morning watch, averred that he had seen a human being
approach the camp, and apparently having examined it, steal off again.
He had advanced and challenged, but no reply was made.  His first
impulse, he acknowledged, had been to fire; but he recollected in time
that the intruder might have had no hostile intentions, and, at all
events, as we were not in an enemy's country, he had no business to
shoot the man, whoever he was.  Tim was so positive on the subject that
we could not doubt him.

We breakfasted at daybreak, and strapping on our packs, marched down to
the lake, prepared to commence our voyage.  Before starting, Jup and I
again ascended a tree overlooking the lake, that I might ascertain
whether there were any islands in our course, or whether, as is often
the case, the surface was covered with water-plants, which might impede
our progress.

All appeared clear, however, as far as my eye could reach.  I was about
to descend, when, looking to the south-west, I caught sight of a number
of objects moving across the prairie.  I pointed them out to Jup.

"Injins!" he exclaimed.  "Dey comin' dis way; better git off, or maybe
dey take our scalps."

As I agreed with him, we hurriedly descended, and rejoined our
companions, who were already beginning to launch the raft.  It was no
easy matter to do so, and we had to cut some stout sticks for handspikes
before we could manage to get it into the water.  While thus engaged,
several alligators poked their noses above the surface to look at us,
but the shouts we raised quickly made them disappear.  Scarcely was the
raft in the water, when, happening to look round, I caught sight of
thirty or forty Indians, bedecked in war-paint and feathers, fully
armed, emerging from the brushwood, and not a hundred yards away.

"Shove off! shove off!"  I cried.  "Their bows carry far, and we must
put a wide distance between them and us."

Springing on board, we each seized a pole and began impelling the raft
from the shore.  The Indians, seeing that we were about to escape, ran
forward, uttering loud shouts and calling on us to come back.

"Very likely we'll be afther doin' that," observed Tim.

No one else spoke; we were labouring for our lives, for it was evident,
from the savage shrieks of the Indians, that they intended mischief.

"Let us fire and bring down some of those fellows," cried Carlos.

"Very little satisfaction in doing that," observed Lejoillie.  "Shove
away, my friends, shove away; the farther we can get from them the
better, for, packed together as we are, they may shoot us down at once.
Shove away, shove away, I say."

We followed Lejoillie's advice.  We had got to a considerable distance
from the bank before the Indians reached it.  The moment they did so,
they drew their bows and let fly a flight of arrows, which plunged into
the water close behind our raft; but happily we were just beyond their
range, or not one of us would have escaped.  The water by this time was
deepening, and we had to take to our paddles, and endeavour still
farther to increase our distance; for the savages, intent on capturing
us, had begun to wade off, with fresh arrows in their bows, ready to
send another flight, at the same time uttering loud cries and shouting
out to us to return.  They were possibly not aware that we had provided
ourselves with paddles and had already got into deep water.

Rushing forward until the water was up to their waists, they again sent
their arrows whistling towards us, several actually striking the raft,
though not with sufficient force to stick into it.  When they saw that
we were really beyond their reach, they vented their disappointment in
fearful yells.

"Shriek away, ye redskin savages," cried Tim; "your noise doesn't hurt
us.  If you don't look out for yourselves, you'll have some of the
'gators snapping off your legs presently."

The cries of the Indians, however, had the effect of keeping the
creatures at a distance, and several swam past us, evidently alarmed at
the unusual sounds.

We were now all paddling away with might and main, two on each side, the
black steering and sculling with his paddle at the same time.
Fortunately, the weather remained fine, and the wind, which was light,
was in our favour.  What we had to dread most was a strong wind
springing up from the eastward, which might have driven us back and
placed us at the mercy of the savages.  We were still uncertain whether
we should altogether escape them.  They might build a raft and pursue
us; or might be acquainted with some path leading along the northern end
of the lake, by which, light-footed as they were, they might get round
to meet us when we landed, or to follow up our trail.

We found paddling a raft harder work than we had expected, and our arms
soon began to ache.  Stopping for an instant, I tried the depth of
water.  It was still too great to enable us to use our poles with
advantage.  At length, however, the breeze increased, and I proposed
that the masts should be stepped, as they were all ready, and that we
should hoist our blankets for sails.

This we at once did; but they did not hold enough wind to help us as
much as we expected, and we still had to keep the paddles going.
Looking back, we could see the Indians on the shore; which was
satisfactory, as it made us hope that they did not intend to follow us
by land.

"It will take them some time to build a raft," observed Carlos.  "If
they do, we shall then encounter them on equal terms, for we could pick
them off with our rifles before they could get near enough to shoot
their arrows at us."

We continued our course to the opposite shore, which appeared as far off
as ever.  We had, however, reason to be satisfied that we had decided on
crossing the lake on a raft; for had we attempted to go round by land,
we should inevitably have been overtaken by the Indians.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

CROSSING THE LAKE--SAFELY LANDED--LOST IN THE FOREST--A SPECTRE--THE
MANTIS TRIBE--CHASING A WOUNDED DEER--IN A DILEMMA--WOLVES--UP A TREE--A
WEARY NIGHT--THE SIEGE RAISED--SEARCH AFTER MY COMPANIONS--SUFFERINGS
FROM THIRST--WATER DISCOVERED--OVERCOME BY FATIGUE--FOUND BY CAESAR--
MEETING WITH TIM FLANAGAN--ONE WAY TO MAKE A BLAZE--SIGNALS FOR OUR
FRIENDS--THE DESERTED HUT--PROOFS OF AN INDIAN TRAGEDY--PLANS FOR
CONTINUING OUR JOURNEY.

We had been paddling on for some time, not making more than two miles an
hour.  At length the eastern shore of the lake began to grow nearer.  It
was low, with no trees of any size growing on its bank.  We feared that
on landing we should have to wade through a swamp infested by snakes,
and probably by alligators, before we could reach dry ground.  We could
see the northern shore, which appeared to be of the same character; and
this made us hope that the Indians would not have attempted to go round
and intercept us.  The western shore was still discernible, but too far
off to enable us to see whether the Indians were still there.

"I wonder where those fellows were going?" observed Carlos; "they
evidently did not belong to this part of the country, or they would have
found us out before."

"Me tink dey go norf on war-trail to join de great chief Oceola,"
observed Jup.  "Dey say 'fore long de red men kill all de Palefaces in
de country, an' agin have it for demselves."

"Not very likely they will make such a mad attempt," observed Carlos
with a laugh.  "The Palefaces would clear them off the face of the earth
were they to play a trick of that sort."

Jup shrugged his shoulders.  "Me only tell massa what oders say," he
answered.

At last, beginning to grow hungry, we agreed to stop paddling and take
some food, while Jup steered.  The meat we had cooked was already rather
high.  We had only some small flour-cakes, and some baked roots to eat
with it.  Hunger, however, prevented us from being fastidious, and we
had plenty of water alongside to wash it down.

As I was dipping my tin mug into the lake, a huge snout suddenly rose,
and very nearly caught my hand, as well as the mug.  Tim gave the
monster a whack with his paddle, which made it quickly sink again.  It
was a lesson to us to be careful how we put our hands into the water.
The wind now dropped, and the sun beat down with intense force on our
heads; but we had to endure it and paddle on, for it was important to
get on dry ground before darkness should overtake us.

"Hurrah!"  I exclaimed, as I put my pole into the water; "I can touch
the bottom.  We shall soon be making better progress than hitherto."

I was right.  The water shoaled rapidly.  By shoving along with our
poles, we made the raft move twice as fast as before.  At length a line
of tall reeds rose before us.  The sight was not encouraging, for we
could neither force the raft onwards, nor make our own way through them
on foot.  We therefore turned southward, hoping to find some dry ground
at no great distance from the water.  On and on we went, but still we
could see only reeds and swamp.  At last we caught sight of some pines;
most welcome they were, as they betokened a dry and sandy soil.  We now
came to a bay.  Although lined with a narrow belt of reeds, we hoped to
force our way through them.  We accordingly ran our raft onwards as far
as it would move, then wishing it farewell, with many thanks for the
service it had rendered us, we plunged into the reeds--Tim, as the
strongest of the party, leading the way, and holding his gun over his
head in case he should unexpectedly fall into an unseen hole.  Sometimes
we were up to our waists in water.  Still we worked our way forward.  At
last Tim gave a shout of satisfaction as he landed on dry ground.  We
all quickly followed, poor Caesar panting and blowing with his exertions
as he made his way after us.  Clouds of mosquitoes and other stinging
insects had been attacking us in our progress, but we were by this time
too well inured to them to think much about the matter.  We agreed, at
all hazards, to push on to the pine-ridge which we saw before us, that
we might encamp there for the night.

As soon as we gained a spot of sufficient height to overlook the lake,
we turned anxiously round to ascertain whether the Indians were
following us, but we could see them nowhere on the water.  We were
still, however, uncertain whether or not they would pursue us by land,
and Jup and I again climbed to the top of a high tree, to try and obtain
a look-out over the country to the northward.  To our relief nothing
moving was seen; so descending, we made our way with our companions to
the ridge.

It was hopeless to seek for any place of concealment in the hollows;
besides the dangers from animals, we were certain to be attacked by
innumerable stinging insects, and to run the risk of being bitten by
poisonous snakes.  We therefore lighted our fire on the top of the
ridge.

Lejoillie, Carlos, and I went off with our guns in search of game, as we
had exhausted our stock of provisions.  We had gone on farther than we
intended, when on looking round we could nowhere see the smoke of our
fire; while a bank of clouds which had risen in the west, and gradually
spread over the sky prevented us, as we had expected to be able to do,
from making the sun our guide.

Lejoillie had shot a turkey; but as this was insufficient for our party,
we were anxious to kill some larger game.  We were still pursuing our
search, and not far apart, when Carlos exclaimed, "See here!  I have
found a creature which will show us our way.  Come here quickly and try
it."


We hastened to the spot, where we saw, seated on a large leaf, a
creature with a thin body like a walking-stick, with long legs, and
antennae stretched out.  "It is a yellow and black spectre," said
Lejoillie, drawing one of his cases from his pocket; "a magnificent
specimen.  I must secure it ere it escapes."

"Oh, don't do that!" cried Carlos; "I have heard it said that if we ask
it the way, it will stretch out one of its arms in the right direction;
and we shall have no difficulty in making our way back to camp."

Lejoillie laughed.  "From whom did you hear that?" he asked.

"The Indians believe that it has that power; and, of course, as they are
better acquainted with the creatures of this country than any one else,
they must know."

"Bah!" exclaimed Lejoillie; "I thought, Carlos, you had too much good
sense to be influenced by so foolish a superstition."

"Look at it!" cried Carlos; "it is lifting up its paws and praying.
What else can it be doing?"

Lejoillie afterwards explained that it belonged to the Mantis family;
that instead of being a praying insect, it is one of the most combative
and savage in existence.  "It lives upon beetles and flies of every
description," he added.  "When two of the creatures of the same species
meet together, they engage in a fierce combat, cutting at each other
with their fore legs with such force as sometimes to sever the body of
an antagonist with a single blow, when the victor generally eats up its
opponent.  There are many others of the same family, some resembling
leaves.  The Chinese in the southern part of their country keep these
creatures in cages, and make them fight with each other."

While the naturalist was giving us this lecture, he was suffocating the
spectre, and pinning it down in his case.  We soon after this separated
for the purpose of creeping up towards a herd of deer of which we had
caught sight.  I had got some way to the right of Lejoillie and Carlos,
when I caught sight of a buck feeding near a clump of trees.  I was
afraid of calling to my friends lest the animal might hear my voice.
Stooping down, I crept on, concealed by some tall grass, till I got
within thirty yards of the deer, when I fired.  From its movements I
knew that I had hit it, and expected to see it fall immediately.
Instead of doing so, off it ran, leaving a trail of blood behind it.  I
felt assured from this that it would soon drop, and I pursued as fast as
my legs could carry me, reloading as I ran.  It had, however, got out of
shot.  Still I followed, certain that it would slacken its speed, and
that I should again get it within range of my rifle.  On and on I went,
not having time to look behind me to ascertain if my companions were
following, as I supposed they were doing.

After some time the deer began to slacken its pace, and I felt more
confident than ever that I should overtake it before dark.  I had
scarcely observed, however, that the gloom of evening had already
commenced.  The form of the deer became more and more shadowy, but still
keeping it in sight, I followed, until it suddenly disappeared.  It must
have fallen to the ground, I thought, which accounted for my not seeing
it; and so on I went.  I was not mistaken; before long I stumbled over
the body of the animal, still living, but fast bleeding to death.  With
my hunting-knife I at once put an end to its sufferings.  It was too
large an animal to carry back whole to the camp, so I began as well as I
could in the gloom of evening to skin it, and cut off the best portions
of the meat,--an unpleasant operation, and one in which I had had but
little experience, though I had frequently seen deer cut up by others.
I prepared as much as I could carry, with part of the skin when,
considering in which direction I should turn my steps to reach the camp,
I felt myself utterly at a loss to decide.  I had several times turned
the deer about, so that I could not ascertain the position in which it
had fallen.  To attract the attention of my friends, I fired off my gun.
I listened for a reply, but could hear none.  Still, I hoped, by
proceeding across the pine-barren, that I should in time see the light
of their fire.  I, accordingly, shouldering my load of meat, set off.

The night became unusually dark, and it was with difficulty that I
avoided stumbling over fallen trunks or running against the stumps of
trees.  I occasionally shouted, and several times fired off my rifle.  I
should have fired oftener, but was unwilling to expend more of my
powder.  I thought I was going straight forward, and had gone on for
about two hours or more, when I found my feet strike against an object
on the ground.  I felt it was part of an animal.  A further examination
convinced me it was the body of the deer I had killed; and I found, to
my annoyance, that I had been going in a circle, and had reached the
very spot whence I had set out.  It would be useless, I felt, to make
another attempt to reach the camp, and I made up my mind to remain where
I was.  I had my flint and steel, and so I searched about for broken
branches to make up a fire.  I had not forgotten the risk I ran of being
bitten by a snake.  I searched and searched for some time, but in the
dark I could only find a few sticks, though very likely I passed by many
which would have served my purpose.

I was thus employed, when I heard a howl at no great distance off.  It
was the voice of a wolf.  It was repeated by another and another.  The
sounds grew nearer and nearer, until it appeared to me that a whole pack
must be collecting around me.  Had I been able to make up a large fire,
I should have had no fear of the savage creatures.  I threw down my
sticks, with a handful of leaves which I had picked up, and endeavoured
to strike a light; but the leaves were damp, and would not catch the
sparks I sent among them.

All this time the howling increased.  The wolves were attracted, I had
no doubt, by the carcass of the deer, and they might be content with
that instead of attacking me; but when they had finished it--and it
could not last long--I thought it probable that I should become their
victim.  I tried again and again to light the fire, but in vain.

The wolves now broke into loud cries and howls, and I could now
distinguish their forms as they approached the spot.  I shouted at the
top of my voice, hoping to drive them off.  They halted, apparently; but
the moment I was silent they again advanced.  I might have shot two or
three of them, but should have expended my ammunition before I could
kill the whole pack.  I remembered that near at hand was a tree, with
branches at a height from the ground to which I could reach.  I searched
about for it, and found it was close at hand.  Slinging my rifle over my
shoulder--for I felt the importance of not abandoning it--I caught hold
of the lowest branch, and, hauling myself up, got my feet upon it.  I
was thus able to climb up to another, out of the reach of the wolves,
which could, I knew, leap up to a considerable height, and might have
attacked my feet had I remained on the lower branch.

Unless the brutes should go off in search of other prey when they had
finished the deer, I should have to remain in the tree all night.  It
was a far from comfortable position; still it was better than being torn
to pieces by the brutes.  I was afraid of moving about when once I had
fixed myself on the branch, lest I should fall, as my rifle and load of
venison greatly impeded my movements.  I managed, however, to unsling my
rifle, and seat myself in a position whence I might fire at the wolves.

Scarcely was I secure in the tree, than on they came, rushing at the
deer, which must quickly have been torn to pieces.  I could see only
their backs and tails in a thick mass surging about in the gloom.  I
fired and killed one, which its companions quickly devoured.  I was
about to fire again, when I reflected that by so doing I should only
detain the horrid brutes close to me, and that they were much more
likely to take their departure should they find nothing on which to
feast.  They must, however, have scented the venison I had, for they
came round the tree, howling, and snapping, and snarling, trying to get
at me.  It was like a hideous dream.  I shouted again and again, in the
hope of driving them away; but they seemed resolved on my destruction.
I may say that I never passed a more unpleasant night in my life.  The
only hope I had was that my friends would come to search for me in the
morning, and that they might be attracted to the spot by the howling of
the animals.  I had no fear of going to sleep while the wolves kept up
their hideous chorus.

Towards morning a drowsiness crept over me, and I had the greatest
difficulty in maintaining my perilous position.  I kept myself awake,
however, by uttering every now and then a loud shout.  At last I became
conscious that the light was increasing, although I could nowhere see
the bright streaks which usually usher in the dawn.  Looking up, I saw
that the sky was overcast, as on the previous evening; and I feared that
I might still find it a very difficult matter to make my way, even
should the wolves go off and allow me to descend the tree.

I was getting very hungry, and, as I had left my pack at the camp, I had
only the raw venison to eat.  As the light increased, I broke off some
rotten branches, with which I pelted the wolves, uttering at the same
time loud cries; but they only snapped at the pieces of wood, proving
how they would have treated me had I fallen among them.  I was greatly
tempted to kill some more of them, but, remembering how they had
devoured the one I had before shot, I refrained.  Though almost
overpowered with the desire to sleep, the dread of falling into their
midst kept me awake.

Hour after hour passed by.  In vain I looked out for my companions; no
signs of them could I discover, though I climbed to the highest part of
the tree, nor could I anywhere see the smoke of their fire.  It was
already past noon, when I caught sight of a solitary deer making its way
across the open pine-barren.  One of the wolves must have seen it too,
for the brute, giving a peculiar cry, set off, followed by the whole
pack.  The deer saw them coming, and endeavoured to increase its speed;
but it was, I suspect, wounded, perhaps by one of my friends, thus
giving me hopes that I might before long fall in with them.

As soon as the wolves disappeared I descended the tree; and feeling
desperately hungry, I lost no time in collecting sticks, which I could
now easily do, and lighting a fire, aided by some rotten wood which I
found in a hollow trunk near at hand.  My venison was but very partially
cooked when, unable to restrain my appetite, I began to eat it.  After a
few mouthfuls, however, the thirst which came on made me look about in
search of water; but I could find none near at hand.  The meat was in
the meantime cooking.  I ate enough to satisfy my hunger, and would have
given much for a drop of pure water.  Without it, I felt that I should
not have strength sufficient to resume the search for my companions.  I
should have left the greater part of the venison behind me, as I knew
that it would not keep long, but that I hoped to fall in with them
before long, and guessed, in case Lejoillie and Carlos had failed to
kill a deer, they would be very glad of it.

My difficulty was now how to direct my course.  I looked round in every
direction.  The country wore so uniform an appearance that I could not
determine from what point I had come.  Had there been water near at
hand, I should have remained where I was--the wisest thing to do under
such circumstances; but water I must have, or I should perish.  I
accordingly set off intending to keep a straight line, and hoping to
fall in with my companions, or to discover their trail should I strike
the lake.  I should then obtain the necessary water, and know afterwards
how to direct my course.  Praying that I might be successful, I took my
rifle in my hand, ready for use, and marched forward.  On and on I went,
keeping along the pine-barrens, and avoiding two hummocks I met with.  I
had no longer any desire to eat, though I felt fearfully faint from
thirst; but, unfortunately, I could discover no fruits with which to
assuage it.

Once more evening was approaching.  I scarcely expected to get through
another night without water.  I was almost dropping with fatigue, when I
caught sight, between the trees, of what looked like a pool in a hollow.
I hurried forward as fast as my strength would allow me, and discovered
that it was the bed of a river.  Though a large portion was dry, there
were here and there pools along its course.  I did not stop to ascertain
whether the water was pure or foul, or whether the pool was full of
alligators; but stooping down, I eagerly dipped in my hand, and conveyed
the precious liquid to my mouth.

The clouds had cleared away from the horizon, and I was thus able to
ascertain the whereabouts of the west by seeing the sun setting with a
fiery aspect in its full circular form.  By this I knew full well that a
sultry day would follow.  Multitudes of insects now filled the air,
buzzing round my head; hundreds of piping frogs rose from the pool at
which I had drunk; the birds flew to their roosts; the squirrels ran to
their nests; and I could hear the voices of several herons as they
wended their way to the distant swamps.  Now the night-birds broke forth
with their shrill cries; but overpowering sleep oppressed me.  Even the
roar of an alligator or the cry of a puma could not have kept me awake.
Darkness rapidly came on, and there was no moon to light me on my path.
Making my way to the nearest tree, whose spreading branches afforded
some shelter from the night-dews, I knelt down and prayed for that
protection which I felt I so greatly needed.  Then I stretched myself on
the ground, and almost in an instant was asleep.


I awoke, conscious that some animal was near me.  I felt its breath on
my face, and it had taken my hand in its mouth.  I expected the next
moment to have its fangs fixed in my flesh; but still I could not move.
Then I heard a low whimper, followed by a bark.  I started up, and
opening my eyes, discovered my faithful dog Caesar, who was endeavouring
to arouse me to consciousness.  I returned his caresses as he fawned on
me, finding me not dead as he supposed.  It was still dark; but I no
longer dreaded having to wander about by myself; he would prove my guide
and protector.  He seemed by his actions to indicate that he wanted me
to get up and follow him.  I at once came to the conclusion that my
friends were encamped not far off, and that he would lead me to them.  I
was about to strap on the remainder of the venison, when the horrible
smell which proceeded from it showed that it was no longer fit for human
food; though Caesar, who appeared to be very hungry, willingly made a
substantial meal off it, when I gave him leave to take what he wanted.
As I looked round, great was my satisfaction to see, by the warm tints
in the sky, that day was already breaking.

Caesar, having finished his meal, once more bounded on, and then came
back to ascertain that I was doing as he wished.  I followed him,
eagerly running forward.  He kept along the bank of the stream, which
apparently, in the wet season, spread out over the rocky bottom, now
perfectly dry.  On either side grew oleander, acacia, laurel, paw-paw,
and many flowering shrubs; while in the distance, against the sky, I
could see a tall tree scathed by lightning, and leafless.

In vain I looked out for a fire, to indicate the camp of my companions,
when suddenly Caesar, starting forward, gave a loud bark.  Hurrying on
after him, I caught sight of a man stretched on the ground, with his
rifle by his side; and, to my great joy, I recognised Tim Flanagan.  On
hearing the dog bark, he started up and rushed towards me with
outstretched arms.

"Is it you, Mr. Maurice, yourself?" he exclaimed, as he eagerly took my
hand.  "I thought that you had been lost entirely; an' all yesterday,
an' all this night, an' the best part o' last night, too, I've been
huntin' for ye until my legs would carry me no longer; an' I sank down
on the ground, thinkin' if I didn't find you I'd never show my face at
Castle Kearney again.  If it hadn't been for Caesar, I never should have
found ye, for not a foot farther could I have stirred without some food;
an', sure, that's what I've not had since yesterday mornin'."

My first inquiry was as to where our friends were encamped.

"Faith, Mr. Maurice, that's jist what I cannot tell," he answered.  "I
set off to try an' find ye as soon as Mounseer Jolly an' Mr. Carlos came
back; an' next mornin', when I returned, not a sign of them could I see
at the camp.  Why they moved on is more than I can say, except that they
thought we should follow in their trail.  Maybe they imagined the
Indians were comin' afther them; or perhaps they wanted water, and went
to look for it."

I, of course, could not conjecture what could have induced Lejoillie and
Carlos to proceed on their journey without waiting for Tim and me.  "But
how came you not to shoot some game?"  I inquired.

"Faith, Mr. Maurice, I had an accident, an' lost all my powder; an' it's
a mercy I didn't lose my life too.  I was tryin' to light a fire, which
wouldn't blaze up, seein' the sticks were green, when what should I do
but take my powder-flask an' begin to shake a few grains on it.  On a
sudden away went the flask out of my hand with a loud bang, gettin'
shivered to pieces, an' knockin' me over.  I picked myself up, thinkin'
I was kilt entirely; but I wasn't the worse for it, barrin' the loss of
the powder an' the duck which I had put ready to roast; an' Caesar had a
little of his coat singed.  The worst of the business was, that I could
no longer hope to shoot any game.

"Fortunately I can spare you a few charges; and we must make our stock
last as long as possible," I said.  "The first thing we have to do is to
shoot something for breakfast, and to look out, on our way, for any
fruit which may help us to enjoy it."

While wandering alone, I had often been almost in despair of ever
finding my way.  With Tim as my companion my spirits rose, and I felt
perfectly happy when, shortly afterwards, I brought down a fat gobbler,
which Caesar routed out of a bush close to us; while Tim, the next
instant, killed a duck.  We lost no time in making up a fire to cook our
game; and we enjoyed a hearty meal, while a neighbouring pool afforded
us water to quench our thirst.

Greatly revived, we prepared to set off eastward fully expecting that
before nightfall we should be with our friends.  Tim said he was certain
they were to the right of us.  We had, however, gone on but a short
distance when a thick mist came sweeping along from the eastward,
completely shrouding the whole country, as well as the sun above our
heads, so that we had no object by which to direct our course.  In a
country like Florida, where there are no mountains, and the taller trees
grow in hollows, it is most difficult to find one's way, except by
compass, when the sun is obscured; still we thought we knew the
direction of the east, and continued on, every now and then uttering a
loud shout, hoping that our friends might be within hearing.  We agreed
at last that, although they might not hear our voices, they might hear
the report of our guns; but that we might expend our powder with some
benefit to ourselves, we agreed to wait until we saw an object to fire
at.

We were passing, soon afterwards, near some ponds, when we shot three or
four birds, and coming near a hummock, we killed several others, which
we thought would be welcome to our friends, or would, at all events,
supply us and Caesar with food for the next day.  We still fancied that
we were going right.  Shortly afterwards, we entered a pine-barren, or,
rather, I might call it a pine-forest, through which we struck on a
well-defined track, the grass on either side being so tall that we could
scarcely see over it.

We had been going on for several hours, when we suddenly found ourselves
in a more open space.  On one side was a deserted hut, near a pool of
fresh-water, while a number of tall trees, which had been cut down by
the woodmen's axes, lay prostrate on the ground.  We examined the hut.
There were bed-places for three or four men; and just outside was a
circle of blackened stones, with ashes in the centre, which had
evidently formed the fire-place; but everything else had disappeared.
While searching about, Tim exclaimed that there were marks of blood in
one of the bed-places; and, on examining the spots, I agreed with him
that the stains were those of blood.  His opinion was, that one of the
party had been surprised asleep in the hut by the Indians, but that the
rest, being out at the time, had made their escape, and were afraid to
venture back.

On leaving the hut, Caesar ran to a little distance from it and barked.
We followed him, when great was our horror to see the body of a man
stretched on the ground.  The poor fellow had been scalped, clearly
showing by whom he had met his death.  His jacket had been carried off;
his shirt was torn, as if the savages had been about to take it off him
when they were interrupted.  From the appearance of the body, he had, we
conjectured, been dead two or three days, perhaps longer, for, as it lay
in the shade, it was not so decomposed as it might otherwise have been.

"I'm afther thinkin' the sooner we get away from this place the better,"
said Tim, as, having hurried from the spot, we stood near the pool I
have described, from which Caesar was lapping the water.

"I don't see that we run much risk while we remain here, as the Indians
are not likely to come back again," I answered; "at the same time, I
more than ever regret having parted from our companions, and I shall be
thankful when we find them again."

The result of our consultation was, that we agreed to push forward as
long as daylight lasted, and should we not find our friends in the
meantime, to camp at nightfall.  Had we been amply supplied with powder
I should have been less anxious about our possible fate.  The Indians
who had murdered the poor woodcutter had, I trusted, passed by; and we
earnestly hoped that we might not fall in with any other bands on their
way to the north.  We thought it possible that we might come upon the
settlement to which the woodmen belonged; but we had, as yet, fallen on
no trail which might lead to it, and as the mist still hung over the
face of nature, we had nothing to guide us.  Still we went on, both of
us believing that our faces were directed eastward.

CHAPTER NINE.

CAMPING OUT--SUFFERINGS FROM THIRST--NAPPING--HEAVY FOGS--THE PHANTOM
DEER--REDUCED TO EXTREMITY--A TORTOISE GUIDES US TO WATER--FIGHT WITH A
BEAR--RELIEF--CAMP FOR THE NIGHT--MARCH CONTINUED--INCREASED
SUFFERINGS--ON THE WRONG TRACK--SNAKE FOR BREAKFAST--HARD TRAINING--
TIM'S AMMUNITION EXPENDED--WE REACH A LAKE--MY LAST SHOT--DEATH OF
CAESAR--SINKING FROM PRIVATION--TIM PROCURES FOOD--DINE ON FROGS--OUR
USUAL BILL OF FARE--I SUCCUMB AT LAST--I BEG TIM TO PROCEED ALONE--WE
COME UPON SOME BLACK SETTLERS--HELP AT LAST--AN INVITATION.

Again Tim and I camped without having fallen in with Lejoillie and
Carlos.  Although we were anxious about ourselves, we had also reason to
fear that they might meet with some disaster.  They had, however, plenty
of powder and shot.  They had also a compass to guide them, so that,
notwithstanding the foggy state of the atmosphere, they might be able to
keep a direct course towards the Saint John.  The birds we had shot
afforded us an ample meal; and by cooking them at night, we had
sufficient for breakfast the next day.

Notwithstanding the heat during the day-time, at night, owing to the
thick fog, we felt it chilly in the extreme.  The trees dripped with
moisture; and it was with difficulty we could find a dry place to camp
on.  Tim insisted on watching, while I slept; but as soon as I awoke, I
made him lie down, and sat up by our fire with my rifle by my side,
trying to keep my eyes open by throwing on sticks so as to maintain a
bright blaze which would keep wolves or pumas at a distance.

My faithful Caesar crouched by my side, every now and then opening his
eyes and looking about to ascertain that no foe was near.  Perhaps
trusting to his vigilance, I made less strenuous efforts to keep myself
from dozing; certain it is that, after a time, I sank down on the
ground.  When I awoke, the fire had almost gone out, and my blanket was
nearly wet through.  I jumped to my feet, and endeavoured to make the
fire burn up again, puffing and blowing with all my might.  I was
unwilling to call Tim to my assistance.

While I was thus employed, day dawned.  Though the light increased, the
same heavy fog hung over the face of nature, and it was impossible to
ascertain in what direction the sun was rising.  We wrung out our wet
blankets, and hung them on some sticks close to the fire to dry, while
we breakfasted off some of the game we had cooked on the previous
evening; but it was already high, and we knew that it would be useless
to carry the remainder with us, except for the sake of Caesar, who would
not object to it on that account.

"It won't do to stay here doing nothing," I observed; "we must look out
for water, and try to kill some more game for our next meal."

"Faith you're right, Mr. Maurice," said Tim.  "I'm mighty thirsty as it
is; an' though there is no sun, we shall find it hot enough when we
begin to trudge on."

We accordingly rolled up our blankets, strapped on our packs, and
commenced our march for the day.  Our footsteps showed us the direction
whence we had come, and we hoped that we had been directing our course
eastward.  As we marched on through the midst of a wide-extending
pine-barren, eagerly looking out for water, we allayed our burning
thirst by sucking some leaves which still retained the moisture
precipitated on them during the night.  Though the fog continued, the
precious drops soon dried up, and our thirst became almost intolerable.
Poor Caesar followed with his tongue out, showing that he was suffering
as well as we were.  No deer or other wild animals crossed our path.
The fog prevented us from seeing more than a few yards off, so that it
was possible we might pass close to water without discovering it.  Had
either of us been alone, we should most likely have sunk down in
despair; but as it was, we encouraged each other, though we did not talk
much, for our tongues were too dry to speak.

We were almost in despair of finding water, when Tim stopped, and
whispered, "See there!" pointing on one side, where I could just make
out dimly through the fog the form of a deer crossing the grass.  In
another instant it might disappear.  We raised our rifles at the same
moment, and fired.  As the smoke cleared away, we expected to see the
animal struggling on the ground, but it had vanished.  We dashed
forward, in vain looking out for it.  When we reached the spot where we
believed that it had been standing, we could discover no traces of blood
to show that it had been wounded.  We must have been deceived by the
fog, for we could not suppose that we should otherwise both have missed.

Caesar rushed on, and we followed, hoping that he had got upon the trail
of the deer.

"There it is! there it is!" cried Tim, after we had gone a considerable
distance, and either the same deer or another rose before us, as
indistinctly seen as the first.  We stopped to reload our rifles, then
cautiously crept forward.  But the animal must have discovered us; for
scarcely had we raised our rifles to our shoulders and pulled the
triggers, than it vanished.

"I hit it, Tim; I'm sure I did!"  I exclaimed.

But we were again doomed to disappointment; not a trace of the deer
could we perceive.  I cannot describe our sensations.  It made us feel
as if some phantom were mocking us.  But it was by the fog alone we had
been deceived, and we had both probably fired too high.  We resolved
that, should we see another deer, only one should fire at a time; and it
was agreed that I should fire first, and should I miss, Tim should dash
forward and try and get another shot before the animal had disappeared.
In our eagerness to get up to the deer, we had not sufficiently marked
the direction we had come, and we had to stop and consider how we should
direct our course.  We both thought that we were right, and once more we
went on.  We were now feeling hungry as well as thirsty, and I was very
faint; still, knowing that it would not do to give in, I struggled on as
well as I could.  Had the fog cleared away, and enabled us to see the
sun,--although the heat would have been increased,--we should have been
in better spirits, for we should have known whether or not we were in
the right direction.  Now all was uncertain.  We were uncertain but that
we might be retracing our steps towards the lake, going west instead of
east, as we wished to do.  My watch told me that the day was advancing.
Should we not obtain food and water before the morning, I felt I could
scarcely hold out until then.

"It will be a pity," I heard Tim muttering; "but it must be done sooner
than let the young master die."

"What's that you say?"  I asked.

"I'm just thinkin' that we must kill Caesar an' eat him.  If we die,
he'll die; for the wolves an' painters, or maybe the rattlesnakes, will
be puttin' an end to his life, so that it'll be no cruelty to kill him
an' save ourselves."

"I should not have the heart to do that," I said.  As my hunger
increased, however, I began to think it would be better to eat poor
Caesar than to die of starvation.  Still, watching the faithful animal
as he trotted on beside me, unconscious of the subject of our
conversation, I resolved that it should only be done when we were
reduced to the direst extremity.  "We must wait until nightfall, Tim.  I
think I can hold out another day.  I'll try my best, at all events," I
said.

We walked on some way further, scarcely exchanging a word, when I saw a
creature moving in the grass before me.  I thought it was a snake, and
was about to lift my gun to blow off its head, knowing that it would
serve us for food, when I perceived that it was a tortoise.

"Hurrah!" cried Tim; "there's something that will keep us and Caesar
alive for a day at least."  And he rushed forward with his axe uplifted,
intending to kill the animal.

"Stay!"  I exclaimed.  "See, it is evidently going steadily forward, as
if making its way to water.  It will lead us to it if we follow it; and
when it has performed that service, we may kill it if necessary."

I had to hold back Caesar, who would have attacked the tortoise, which
went steadily on, as I expected.  Afraid of getting too close, lest we
might alarm it and make it conceal itself, we kept at some distance.
Our impatience, however, made us wish that it would move faster than it
was doing.  It went on in a straight line, apparently not discovering
us, as we followed behind.  How we longed that it would break into a
run.  I remembered the fable, however, of the hare and the tortoise:
"Sure and steady wins the race."  Parched with thirst as we were, it was
a hard matter for us to restrain our eagerness.  On went the tortoise,
turning neither to the right nor to the left.  It seemed to us that the
ground was sloping, and that we were on the edge of a pine-barren.
Perhaps it was making its way to some bottom or hummock, where we should
find not only water but game.  Tim and Caesar, however, became very
impatient at the tortoise, which crawled on, taking no pains to hurry
itself.  I confess I myself had the greatest difficulty in not running
on and giving it a shove with the muzzle of my rifle.

At length some palmetto-scrub appeared, and palmetto-palms and other
trees which cannot exist without moisture.  How thankful we felt when,
just before the gloom of evening came on, a pool appeared before us.  We
forgot the tortoise, and dashed forward, eager to quench our thirst.
While we were stooping down to do so, and Caesar was busy lapping the
refreshing liquid, our slow-moving guide reached the water.  I thought
that it would put in its head, and drink as we were doing; instead of
which, before we could catch it, the creature plunged into the pool and
disappeared.  However, I scarcely regretted this, as, by destroying it,
we should have ill requited the valuable service it had performed to us.

The water greatly revived us, and we felt we could endure hunger for
some hours longer, should no animal come in our way.  As there would,
however, still be some few minutes of daylight, we might be able to kill
a bird or two for supper.  Rising to our feet, we lost no time in
looking out for game.  We saw several birds,--green paroquets,
woodpeckers, blue-birds, and red-birds; but we had frightened them from
the spot where we had at first appeared.  We accordingly made our way
along the pool, Tim going in one direction, I in the other.  I was very
unwilling to throw away ammunition on small birds; but we had agreed to
kill no more than we wanted.  I soon shot a couple, and heard Tim fire
twice.  Just as I was reloading, I saw, through the thickening gloom, a
huge brown bear descending a cabbage-palm, up which it had climbed to
obtain the bunches of ripe fruit growing on the boughs.  Though alone, I
determined to attack it; so I dropped in a ball instead of small shot,
as I was about to do.  Creeping closer, I took, as I thought, a steady
aim, and fired.  Unfortunately, however, the bear was only wounded; and
dropping to the ground faster than it had intended, it came towards me,
growling furiously.  I retreated slowly, reloading, and shouting to Tim
to come to my assistance.  The bear, however, advanced more speedily
than was at all pleasant.  Seeing a tree close to me, I stepped behind
it, and again fired.  The ball struck the bear; but the animal did not
fall.  It stopped, however, for a moment, and bit and scratched at its
wound, giving me time to run behind another tree and again load.  Tim
now came running up.  The bear was thus exposed to a cross-fire.  Tim,
supposing that the next instant the bear would be upon me, fired,
forgetting that his gun was only loaded with small shot.  He hit the
animal, but in a way which only made it more furious.  On it came,
gnashing its teeth, resolved apparently to have its revenge on me.
Knowing that my life depended upon the result, I took a steady aim at
its chest.  I fired, and over it rolled.  As the bear was making
desperate efforts to rise, Tim, going up to it, presented his rifle
close to its head, and shot it dead.

"Hurrah!" he shouted; "we've got mate enough now to put strength into us
for a good day's march."

We lost no time in cutting off as much of the bear's flesh as we
required for ourselves and Caesar.  We then collected a quantity of
firewood, keeping a look-out for snakes as we did so, and carried it up
to a dry spot away from the pool.  Losing no time in making a fire, we
put on some of the meat to cook.  I confess, however, that, to satisfy
the cravings of our hunger, we chewed a portion of it without waiting
till it was roasted.  By the light of the fire we then constructed a hut
of palmetto leaves, placing Caesar in front to give us warning should
danger approach, for neither Tim nor I was able to watch.

After we had supped, before lying down I gave my powder-horn a shake.  A
very small quantity of powder remained.  Tim imitated my example, and I
guessed, by the blank look of his countenance, that his stock was
equally reduced.

"It's to be hoped that we'll not be afther wantin' it much, for I am
mightily afraid that I've only got another charge or two remaining.  We
may, however, strike the Saint John to-morrow, an' it won't be long
before we fall in with settlers," he observed.

"We have reason to be thankful that we killed the bear, then," I
answered.  "Do not let us anticipate misfortune until it overtakes us."

We made as large a fire as the fuel we had collected would allow, and
hung up our bear's meat inside our hut for security.  In spite of the
howling of wolves and other noises which came across the pool, we fell
asleep; and the hut sheltering us from the dews, we were far more
comfortable than on previous nights.  I heard Caesar give a bark two or
three times, but that did not arouse me fully.

The night passed away without disturbance.  At daybreak we packed up
some of our bear's flesh, which we hoped would keep good until
dinner-time.  Then having taken a draught of water, we continued our
march, as we believed, to the east; but the fog still hung over the
country, and we were left in as much doubt as before.  We soon found
ourselves again on the pine-barren; indeed, in spite of the prickly
shrubs here and there, it afforded us better walking than any other part
of the country.  On and on we went, suffering almost as much as on the
previous day from want of water.  We halted about one o'clock to dine.
Our bear's flesh, even though roasted, was already high, and we feared
that we should be unable to eat it for supper.  We were able, however,
to procure several wild-fruits and nuts, which, from the birds eating
them, we knew to be wholesome, and these somewhat allayed our thirst.

The fog continued all day, there not being a breath of wind to blow it
off.  It made walking very fatiguing.  Another night was approaching.
We caught sight of some deer, but were afraid of expending our last
charges of powder without being certain of bagging our game.  We did not
actually go supperless to bed, for by recooking the bear's meat, we
managed to eat it; but we did not partake of a morsel more than was
necessary to satisfy our hunger, though Caesar enjoyed a good meal.

The wind got up during the night, and the next morning the sun rose in a
clear sky, just as we unrolled ourselves from our blankets.

"Now we shall know our way!" cried Tim, as he sprang to his feet.

I looked round to examine our trail of the previous evening.  We had
been tramping west instead of east, or very probably had been going
round in a circle; at all events, we had gone away from the Saint John
River.  We had now to retrace our steps.

Steering in the direction whence the sun was rising, the bright beams
dazzled our eyes.  We had nothing to eat; but we hoped that before long
we should be able to kill a deer or some large bird which would afford
us sufficient food.  We now guessed that our friends must be ahead;
probably while they had been searching for us, we had been going away
from them.  All we had now to do was to press steadily onwards.

We were getting desperately hungry, when I saw something move in the
grass a little in front of us.  Hoping that it might be another
tortoise, I ran forward, and found that it was a large black snake.  I
might have shot it; but not wishing to throw away a charge of powder, I
drew my axe, and as it turned hissing towards me, with a single stroke I
cut off its head.  It was of a non-venomous species; but, oppressed by
hunger, even had it been a rattlesnake, I would have proposed to eat it.

"Here is food, and we must not be particular," I said.

Tim hesitated.  "Sure, Mr. Maurice, you'll not be afther eatin' a
snake," he said.

"I could eat a toad, or a potful of caterpillars," I answered; and
having cut off a portion for Caesar, I slung the remainder over my
shoulder.  We hastened on until we came to some brushwood, where we
could collect sufficient fuel to make a fire.  The Indians, I knew, eat
snakes of all descriptions.  We soon had it skinned and roasted; and Tim
was surprised to find it far more palatable than he had expected.

"We shall not starve if we keep our wits awake," I said; "but we must
not be over-particular as to what we eat."

Again we pushed on.  I remembered the cabbage-palm, and determined to
climb the first tree of the kind we met with to obtain a cabbage.  It
would be a change of diet, at all events.

I must pass over many of the incidents of our dreary march.  One day a
gobbler got up, at which Tim too eagerly fired, and missed.  His last
charge was thus expended.  I had still one left.  We saw several deer,
but even the nearest was so far off that I dared not fire.

Though we were never actually without food for more than a day, the hard
life we were leading was beginning to tell on both of us.  Our shoes
were almost worn out, our clothes torn to shreds by the prickly shrubs;
and when I looked at Tim, and observed how thin and careworn he was, I
supposed that I was much in the same state.


At last we saw the sheen of water in the distance.  The sight raised our
spirits.  We made towards it, though it was somewhat out of our way.  It
might be the Saint John, or one of its affluents, or perhaps a long
lake.  We had had no food all day.  We should be certain to find
wild-fowl on its banks, whether it was a lake or a stream.  On reaching
it, we were still uncertain what it was.  Trees and shrubs grew thickly
on the bank, beyond which were reeds, and on its surface floated
water-lilies and other aquatic plants.  I had my gun in my hand, when a
large bird of beautiful plumage rose directly before me.  I could not
resist the temptation to fire.  The bird did not drop immediately,
though I saw that it was badly wounded.  After fluttering, however, for
a short time, it fell into the water.  My faithful Caesar immediately
plunged in and swam towards it.  Forgetting for a moment the savage
monsters which inhabited the streams and lakes of Florida, and eager to
obtain the bird, I did not call him back.  On he swam, and was just
about to seize the duck, when he gave a loud cry, resembling a shriek
rather than a bark, while he struggled desperately to return.  The next
instant, to my horror, my faithful animal disappeared beneath the
surface.  As he sank I caught sight, through the water, of a monstrous
alligator, which was dragging him down.  Had I possessed another charge
of powder, I might have rescued him, or, at all events, have avenged his
death; but my flask was empty.

I stood in vain expecting to see him reappear, but the monster had got
him firmly in his grip.  I watched and watched, and--I am not ashamed to
say it--when all hope was gone, I burst into tears.

"We'll never see him again," said Tim, who now came up.  "Those brutes
keep their prey down at the bottom of the water, until they become
rotten enough to suit their taste.  It's no use looking afther him any
longer.  If we only had a store of powder an' bullets, we'd pay the
villain off.  Come along now, master dear; it's time to be lookin' out
for some other food."

"But we must try and get the duck," I said, recovering myself.

"Sure you'd not be afther venturing into the water?" observed Tim.

"No; but perhaps the bird may float near the bank, and we may draw it in
with a large stick."

It appeared to me that the duck was already floating in towards the
shore, when a black snout was seen above the surface, and the next
instant the bird was snapped up and carried off by another alligator.

Whether the water was a stream or pool we could not ascertain,--there
was no perceptible current; but still we hoped that by keeping along its
bank it might lead down to the main river.  We therefore got clear of
the underwood, and proceeded in the direction we had before been
following.  Great was our disappointment to find, after going about a
mile, that it came to a termination, and that it was only one of the
many lakelets which are scattered over the face of the country.  We saw
several deer, and birds innumerable flew among the trees or rose from
the bank of the lake, but none of them could we reach.  We gazed at them
with longing eyes.

"Maybe the river is not far off, and it will be best to push on for it,"
observed Tim; "an' when we get there, we shall fall in with settlers,
or, at all events, be able to make our way either by land or in a canoe
till we can borrow a fresh supply of powder and shot."

I was not so sanguine as Tim on these points, for I knew that few if any
settlers were to be found so high up the river, and that days if not
weeks might pass before we could reach the habitations of civilised men.
We now entered another pine-barren, stretching away to the eastward,
which must be crossed before we could reach the river.  Of its size I
had no notion; it might extend for miles.  Not a particle of food had we
eaten during the day, and I was becoming so faint that I could scarcely
drag one leg after the other.  We talked of making traps to catch birds,
but neither of us had much experience in the art of trap-making; and
unless well acquainted with the habits of the birds frequenting the
ground on which we might set our traps, we might starve long before one
was caught.  We could only therefore trudge forward, looking out for any
living creature or any vegetable which might afford us food.  Nothing
could we see; even the snakes seemed to avoid us.  We would have eaten
frogs could we have found them, but not a pool in which any lived did we
come across.

Another night was approaching.  We should have to lie down without food
or water; but to proceed during the darkness was impossible.  Tim kept
up his spirits.

"Sure we'll be afther finding something or other to eat," he exclaimed.
"Sit down under this tree, Mr. Maurice dear; I'll not go far from you,
so don't be afraid of losing me."

I followed his advice, for I felt myself utterly incapable of going
further.  Scarcely had he gone twenty yards, when I saw him hurl his axe
towards the root of a tree; then running forward with a shout of
satisfaction, he lifted up an animal, which I saw was a young racoon.
His weapon had almost cut it in two.  We were not long, it may be
supposed, in lighting a fire and cooking the flesh, almost the whole of
which we devoured between us.  I sighed as I thought of poor Caesar, and
wished that he had been alive to eat a portion of my share.  Our hunger
satisfied, we rolled ourselves in our blankets, and quickly dropped off
to sleep, with our fire burning at our feet.  Had a puma wandered that
way, we might easily have become its prey.

It was daylight when we awoke, but another of those heavy fogs which had
before bewildered us covered the face of nature.  We felt much inclined
to remain where we were, until the fog should lift, and we might see how
to direct our course.  We ate the remainder of the racoon, but soon
afterwards began to suffer from thirst, so Tim advised that we should
move on in the hopes of coming to a pool, if not to the river itself.
He was sure that he could steer a right course.  I was doubtful about
that, but as my thirst increased, I was ready to run every risk for the
sake of finding water.  On and on we went.  Noon had long passed before
we reached a small water-hole in a bottom fringed with reeds.  We
eagerly quenched our thirst, in spite of the nauseous taste of the
water.  Then Tim, thinking the pool too small to contain alligators,
plunged in and began catching frogs.

"Get a fire lighted, Mr. Maurice; we'll soon have some of these cooked,"
he shouted out to me while thus employed.

Without much hesitation, after they had been a short time cooking, I
plucked off the legs of the creatures, and eagerly ate them.  They
served to satisfy our hunger, if they did not do much to maintain our
strength.  We should have been more content had we been certain that we
were approaching the river.

Without the sun by day and the stars by night to guide us, we might have
been going, for all we could tell, to the right or left of our course;
or, perhaps, even back again.  I regretted not having more carefully
studied the map.  I knew that the Saint John River, in many places,
consists of a chain of small lakelets, connected by a narrow stream; but
of their position or extent I was very uncertain.

The next day found us wandering on across the pine-barren, as did the
following, while the mist hung heavily over the country.  During this
time Tim killed a snake, and we fell in with another tortoise, which
hunger compelled us at once to kill.  Then again the mist cleared off,
and we were able once more to proceed with certainty.  I felt sure that
during the previous days we had made but little forward progress, having
gone rather towards the south or north, than on the course we wished to
follow.  Had either of us been alone, we should, I again felt, have sunk
down and given up the struggle for life.  At last we fell in with
another hummock, in which were several cabbage-palm trees.  Weak as I
was, I managed to climb up and cut out the head of one of them, which
afforded each of us a meal, though we suffered somewhat from eating it.
I am afraid to say how many snakes we killed and ate.  We certainly
devoured between us half-a-dozen lizards, and at last learned to make
frogs an ordinary article of diet.  In spite of the food I have
mentioned, which though varied was insufficient, we felt conscious that
we were getting weaker and weaker.  As I looked at Tim, I knew that he
could not hold out much longer; and though he did not say what he
thought of me, I believed that I was in a worse state.  Often I detected
him turning his eyes towards me with a sad expression.  He insisted on
carrying my gun and blanket, the weight of which greatly oppressed me.
At last, when we had been wandering about for nearly two weeks, a sudden
faintness came over me, and I sank to the ground.  Tim threw himself by
my side.

"Ochohone, ochohone!  What will I be afther doin', Mr. Maurice dear?" he
exclaimed.  "Cheer up, cheer up!  Sure we'll be gettin' to the river
before very long, and findin' some food which will give you strength."

As, however, I still felt unable to proceed, I proposed that he should
push forward alone, as I was sure we could not be very far from the
river.  He might thus, at all events, have a chance of saving his own
life, although I might not recover.  I urged him not to lose time, but
to try and find some food, hoping that a good meal would give me
strength to proceed.  As I insisted on his doing this, he begged that he
might first carry me to a tree, at the foot of which he made up a bed
with our blankets; and leaving our guns by my side, he hurried across
the hummock.  It appeared to me, however, that he was a long time
absent.  I began to be afraid that some accident had happened to him,
when I saw him coming back, holding up a big racoon.  This, though I
could eat but little of it, enabled me once more to proceed.  Another
evening was approaching, and as yet no signs of the river appeared.  The
country, however, improved in appearance.  We were now making our way
through a fertile tract of open savanna, here and there covered with
fresh green grass, and bordered by small hummocks full of trees,
brilliant with orchids and other flowers.  There were birds of sweet
song and beautiful plumage--ivory-bills, red-birds, and mocking-birds,
green paroquets, and many others of the woodpecker tribe--filling the
forest with their various notes.

We now felt sure that we were approaching the river; but again a
faintness came over me, and I doubted very much whether I should reach
it.  Suddenly Tim exclaimed, "Hurrah!  I see a hut, and people moving
about it.  Even the Redskins would not refuse to help us; but I'm afther
thinkin' they're either white men or blacks."

Mustering my failing strength, I hurried on, helped by Tim.  As we drew
nearer, we saw two black men, and a woman seated on the ground, with a
child near her.  One of the blacks advanced, while the other stood
gazing at us with no very friendly expression.  I suspected that they
were runaways, and that they fancied we had come in search of them.
When, however, they saw our forlorn and tattered condition, and heard
Tim exclaim, stretching out his hand, "I'm sure you'll be afther givin'
assistance to your white brothers in distress," the expression on their
countenances changed.

"Who are you?  Whar you come from?" asked the man who had approached us.


Tim explained that we were English travellers who had lost our
companions, and that we were making our way across the country to the
Saint John River.

They seemed perfectly satisfied with the account we gave of ourselves,
as we judged by their changed manner.  The black woman, getting up at
once, made preparations for cooking some food, and afterwards suggested
that Tim and I should lie down in the shade of the hut and rest.  We
gladly followed her advice; even Tim, poor fellow, now that his chief
anxiety about me was over, appeared scarcely able to support himself on
his feet.  After we had thrown ourselves on the ground, the black woman,
who had gone out, brought us each a bowl of goat's milk, with which I
felt wonderfully refreshed.  Almost directly afterwards we fell asleep.

It was already evening when the blacks awoke us, and placed before us a
mess of rice, pork, and bananas.

We slept soundly all night; and next morning, when I awoke, I felt quite
a different creature to what I had been the day before.  We thought it
best not to inquire too minutely who our good hosts were, though we had
little doubt that they were, as we at first supposed, runaway slaves.
The first question we put was whether they had seen anything of our
friends; to which they replied in the negative, and told us that we were
still nearly a day's journey from the river.  One of them undertook to
guide us to a part where he thought we might possibly find a canoe.  If
not, he advised that we should descend the stream on a raft, until we
reached some settlers' huts, which he told us we should come to in a few
hours.  He begged us, however, not to mention, on any account, having
met with him and his companions.  This we willingly promised.  The
blacks, unfortunately, could not supply us with powder and shot, the
small quantity they possessed being barely sufficient for their own
wants; but they offered to give us enough of food to last us for a
couple of days.

As we found ourselves utterly unable to travel, we were thankful to
accept of their invitation to remain with them until we had recovered
our strength.

CHAPTER TEN.

WE SET OFF FOR THE RIVER--APPEARANCE OF THE COUNTRY--ARRIVAL AT THE BANK
OF THE SAINT JOHN--A CANOE DISCOVERED--STOPPING LEAKS--A SUGGESTION--
DISTURBED NIGHT--OUR VOYAGE COMMENCED--RIVER SCENERY--PROVISIONS FALLING
SHORT--FISHING--JOURNEY CONTINUED--DOUBTFUL EGGS--RUINED HOMESTEAD--WE
SECURE SOME FRUIT--A SUPPLY OF POULTRY--DESERTED SETTLEMENT--SAD EFFECTS
OF INDIAN WARFARE--A DISMAL SWAMP--THE INDIAN SCOUT--A PROOF OF
HOSTILITY--LONG REST--OUR EVENING MEAL--PADDLING ON.

I had fortunately a few dollars, with which I was able to recompense our
<DW64> hosts, who seemed, however, to expect no reward.  With the one who
had undertaken to be our guide we set off at daybreak, in the hope of
reaching the River Saint John before dark.  Though we were both, as Tim
said, "as thin as whipping-posts," we felt sufficiently strong to
undertake the journey, and the fatigues we were likely to encounter,
until we could fall in with some craft to convey us down the river to
Castle Kearney.

The forest through which we passed consisted chiefly of cabbage-palms
and pines on the higher ground; but we saw marshes extending on either
side, which our guide told us reached to the river.  Had we possessed
ammunition, we could have shot deer, for numerous herds crossed our
path.  We saw also a few wild-fowl.  Our guide said that in the winter
the marshes were full of them, and that any quantity might be shot in an
hour.  We caught sight also of a number of wild cattle; but they kept at
a distance, as did the deer, both being equally afraid of man.
Vegetation became more dense as, towards evening, we approached the
long-looked-for river, so that we had some difficulty in making our way
through the thickly-growing cabbage-palms, live-oak, and water-oak, hung
with crimson and white air-plants, trumpet-flowers, wild-vines, and
innumerable other parasites.  Our guide, however, soon discovered a
narrow path, by which he led us, or otherwise our progress would have
been altogether stopped, and we should have had to turn back and make
our way by a longer route.  At length we saw an expanse of water
glittering brightly between the trees.

"Dere is de riber, sah!" exclaimed our guide.  "Now we see if we find
canoe; him here not long ago."

We hurried eagerly forward, until we stood on the margin of the river,
as near to the water as the tall grass would allow us to get.  Our guide
searched up and down the stream, looking amid the grass and under every
thick bush as a dog hunts for game.  At length he shouted out, "Hurrah!
me thought to find canoe."

We made towards him.  There, sure enough, carefully concealed among the
brushwood, was a canoe capable of holding three or four persons, with
several paddles inside it.

"But it may belong to others," I observed, "and it may be of serious
consequence to them on returning not to find it."

"Sure we have a right to it, now it's deserted by its owners," observed
Tim; "maybe they'll never come back."

"What do you say?"  I asked of our guide.

"Take him, massa," he answered; "me t'ink dose who come up in him neber
go back."

"Why?"  I asked.

"Because de Redskins take dem scalps, an' dey all dead."

"That settles the question," said I.  "But now let's look at the canoe."

On examining it, we found several ugly-looking cracks, which, had we
launched it, would have admitted the water in an inconvenient manner.
With other articles in the canoe, we discovered a small iron pot, which
had evidently been used for boiling pitch.  We were not long in tapping
a pine-tree, and obtaining as much pitch as we required, with some gum
the black collected.

We made up a fire on a mud-bank, left dry by the falling waters, from
which we disturbed half-a-dozen alligators who had been taking their
siesta on it.  It required our united strength to get the canoe up to
the spot, when, turning it up, we stopped the leaks in the best way we
could.  Having done so, we launched it, and found that it floated very
well.  The black suggested that we should supply ourselves with a
quantity of pitch-pine-torches, which we would find useful should we
wish to proceed by night, or to assist in keeping alligators and wild
beasts at a distance.  He and Tim soon procured an ample supply.  As it
was by this time almost dark, and too late to start, we agreed to sleep
in the canoe alongside the bank.  We proposed to have a fire burning all
night, to keep the alligators at bay.  The black declared there was no
risk; but Tim and I, not being so confident on that point, resolved to
keep watch, rather than trust to our black friend.  As soon as supper
was served, he threw himself down in the bottom of the canoe, and was
soon fast asleep.  It was providential that we did keep watch; for
scarcely an hour had passed when a "'gator," as Tim called it, swimming
down the stream, was attracted by the smell of the remains of our
supper, and, in spite of the fire, landed on the opposite side of the
bank to which we were secured.  Had we been all asleep, he would very
likely have snapped up one of us.  We shouted at the top of our voices,
and threw fire-brands at his ugly face, which compelled him to retreat
to his native element.  He and his relatives kept up a horrible roar for
several hours.  We could hear their jaws clashing together as they
snapped at their prey.  Our shouts awoke the black, who, jumping up,
very nearly tumbled overboard before he knew where he was.

"De 'gators no come here," he said, when we told him what had made us
cry out.

"Don't they, my boy!" exclaimed Tim; "see! what's that?"

At this moment a huge alligator shoved his snout above the surface,
eyeing the canoe as if he should like to snap up it and us together.
The black after this did not sleep as soundly as before; and Tim and I
agreed that if the monsters abounded all down the river as they did near
its head-waters, we should have a wakeful time of it.

Morning, however, came at last.  Our guide was as anxious to return home
as we were to proceed on our voyage.  He again charged us before parting
not to mention having met with him and his companions, thus convincing
us of what we had before suspected, that they were runaway slaves.  We
should have been very ungrateful had we not given him the required
assurances, agreeing that we would merely state the fact that we had
found the canoe on the bank of the river, and that as, from the time it
had been there, its owners were not likely to return, we had
appropriated it.

The black, having wished us good-bye, commenced his journey through the
forest; while we, shoving off from the bank, began to paddle down the
sluggish stream.  We kept in the centre, where the current appeared
strongest, resolving to paddle all day so as to lose no time.  Often our
progress was stopped by immense quantities of water-lilies and other
aquatic plants which spread over the stream; and in many places it was
so shallow that we could touch the bottom with our paddles.  Here the
water was of a rich brown colour, in many places with a green scum on
it, which so completely concealed the alligators moving beneath the
surface that we ran against several of the monsters, the whisk of whose
tails sent the water flying over us, and very nearly, on more than one
occasion, upset the canoe.  How we longed for ammunition to kill some of
the water-fowl which rose from the sedgy shores!  Sometimes our course
led us through immense expanses of marsh covered with saw-grass, with
here and there islands formed by uprooted trees, brushwood, and reeds
matted together.  In other places the vegetation which clothed both
sides of the river was rich and beautiful in the extreme.  Sometimes we
found ourselves sweeping by the edge of a cypress swamp, huge trunks, or
"knees," as the distorted stems are called, projecting far into the
water, and we had to keep a bright look-out not to run against them.

Though sleepy and tired enough, we agreed to paddle on all night, or as
long as we could keep awake.  Often the river was not fifty yards wide,
sometimes much less; then it would expand into lakes two or three miles
in width.  I was under some apprehensions that should a storm suddenly
arise while crossing them, we should be upset; but, as Tim observed,
when I made a remark to this effect--

"It's no use troubling ourselves about what might not happen.  We will
just trust in Providence, an' do our best."

The first night we lit one of our torches, and paddled on as long as we
could keep our eyes open.  During the time, we passed through another
cypress swamp, when the light from the torch, as we twisted in and out
among the stems of the trees, made them assume weird and strange forms;
while the occasional cry of some night-bird or wild beast, coming
sometimes from one side of us, sometimes from the other, had a very
depressing effect, and I could have fancied, had I believed in the
existence of such things, that the forest was the habitation of evil
spirits or satyrs.  I was thankful when we got clear of it, and managed
to moor the canoe to a tree which grew close to the water.  Here we
landed and lighted a fire, to boil some porridge in a pot we had
obtained from the blacks, and to heat up some cakes; for we had no
animal food except a little salt pork and some dried fish, which we kept
in case of being pushed to extremities.

Hitherto we had met with no white settlers, for those who had penetrated
thus far south had established themselves mostly on the sea-board, where
they were less likely to be annoyed by the Indians than on the river.
We were not aware of this at the time, and were constantly on the
look-out, in the hopes of coming in sight of the dwelling of some white
man, from whom we naturally expected to receive a hospitable welcome.
Tired as we were, Tim sat up one part of the night, and I the other, to
keep the fire burning, so that we might preserve ourselves from being
snapped up by one of our friends the alligators.  The monsters roared as
loudly as usual, and we could hear their jaws snapping and their tails
whisking about in the water.  It was far from pleasant music, but it did
not keep me awake one moment after my watch was over.

We started, by the light of our fire, before daybreak, and continuing
our course, entered at sunrise a broad lake, five or six miles in
length.  We were afraid that, as the sun rose, a strong breeze might
spring up; and we could easily suppose how heavy a sea might in a few
minutes be created.  The weather, however, continued calm; and by dint
of hard paddling we re-entered the narrow channel of the stream, down
which we continued our course.

Two more days had passed.  Our supply of provisions was exhausted, and
we were compelled to stop and try to catch some fish.  We were less
successful than we expected; either the alligators had eaten them up, or
the bait we used was not of an attractive nature.  At length we caught a
big fellow, which from its appearance we considered fit to eat, and soon
had some slices roasting before a fire.  There was no use in carrying
any of it away, as a few hours afterwards it would have been unfit for
food.

Some time afterwards, passing a sand-bank, Tim proposed landing to look
after turtle eggs.  "Hurrah! here they are by dozens," he cried out; and
he brought as many as he could carry.  They looked to me unusually large
for the eggs of the fresh-water turtle, but I did not wish to raise
unpleasant doubts in his mind as to what they were.  Hunger compelled us
to cook some of them.  They were certainly rather rank; but not until we
had taken the edge off our appetites did I observe to him that perhaps
they were crocodile eggs.

"Suppose they are," said Tim, without being at all horrified; "I'd
sooner eat them than their mother; but if I was hungry, and could get
nothing else, I'd dine off her flesh with the greatest pleasure in the
world."

The banks now rose in some places several feet above the water, and were
clothed with pine, live-oak, magnolia, laurel, and other trees.  There
were fewer marshes, and the country appeared more suitable for
settlements than it did higher up.  At last we came in sight, on the
right bank, of a house surrounded by an orchard and a garden.  No one
waved to us, however, as we approached, and not a human being was to be
seen.  As we drew nearer we saw that the roof was gone, and that the
orchard and garden were overrun with creepers and weeds.  We landed and
collected a supply of oranges and other fruit, which we found very
refreshing.  We were on the point of returning to the canoe, when I
heard a cackling sound.  It was that of some tame hens.  We made our way
to the spot from which it proceeded, where we found a hen-house and
several fowls, with three nests of eggs, one of which contained eight or
ten freshly laid, but on the other eggs the hens had been sitting for
some time.  This was indeed a godsend, for we could eat the eggs raw
should we have no time to land and cook them.  I secured the eggs.

"Sure it will be as well to have the birds too," observed Tim.  "They'll
keep alive, and we can kill and eat them as they're wanted."

Saying this, he caught four of the hens, and securing them by their
legs, threw them over his shoulder, where they hung screaming and
struggling.

"I am afraid these will betray us, should any Indians be near," I
observed.

"They'll be quite aisy soon," answered Tim.  "They've got sense enough
to know it's of no use makin' a fuss when they cannot help themselves."

Fortunately Tim found some corn in an out-house, the door of which had
been closed, so that the hens had been unable to get at it.  We filled a
basket full, to serve as food for the fowls, as well as for ourselves
should we be hard pressed.  The rest of the hens had, in the meantime,
made their escape.

As we were unwilling longer to delay, we returned with our prizes to the
canoe.  Though the eggs were little more than sufficient for a single
meal, the birds, if we could keep them alive, would last us for four
days.

Soon after this we came to another settlement, but were again
disappointed.  The blackened walls of the houses alone remained.  We
again landed, but had not wandered far when we came upon the dead body
of a man.  It was too clear how he had been slain; the Indians had done
the deed--he was scalped.  Others lay dead within the walls, all of whom
had been treated in the same manner.  We shouted, but no voice replied.
We hurried from the spot, filled with apprehensions.  The reports we had
heard were now fully corroborated.  The red men had raised the standard
of revolt against the pale-faced intruders, as they called the whites.
We were in great doubt as to what might have been the fate of our
friends.  All this time we had found no traces of Carlos and Lejoillie.
Still we could not but suppose that they had long ago made their way
down the river, and we hoped that they had arrived at Castle Kearney
long ago.

Evening was approaching.  We were again passing through a cypress swamp,
which extended on both sides of the river.  Knotted and twisted trunks
projected far into the stream; the tall stems of trees rose high above
our heads; while here and there the rays of the sun, penetrating a short
way into the forest, and falling on the lower parts of the trunks, the
huge roots, and the enormous creepers suspended from the boughs, served
to render the rest of the forest more dark and gloomy.  Now and then a
vulture croaked at us as we passed; and we could see huge snakes
twisting and wriggling among the trunks in search of prey.

We were approaching the right bank, to cut off a bend of the river, when
Tim exclaimed--

"Look there, Mr. Maurice!  I saw some one moving.  Yes, sure enough,
there's a Redskin; and he has a rifle in his hand."


I looked in the direction to which Tim pointed.  There, indeed, was an
Indian, in war-paint and feathers, cautiously making his way amid the
tangled roots.

"Better show him our rifles, Mr. Maurice," observed Tim; "he won't be
afther suspecting that they're not loaded, an' it will prevent him
playin' us a scurvy trick, which he'll do, if he can."

I lifted up my rifle, as Tim also did his, while with a turn of my
paddle I steered the canoe away from the shore.  Whether he had been on
the watch for us or not we could not tell.  Fast as we paddled, he made
his way almost as rapidly through the swamp, and it soon became evident
that his object was to keep up with us.  Replacing our rifles at the
bottom of the canoe, we took the paddles in both hands, and thus
increasing our speed, had hopes of distancing him.  Should he, however,
reach level ground he might soon overtake us.

Ere long we were convinced that his object was hostile, for a bullet
whistled close to my head.  Night was approaching, and perhaps he
thought we should escape him in the darkness, and so he endeavoured to
put a stop to our progress.  If so, he was mistaken, for we managed to
keep down the centre of the stream, paddling with might and main.  We
incurred the danger, we knew, of running against a floating log or a
snag, or sticking fast on a shallow; but it was better to run these
risks than be shot by Indians, for although we had only seen one there
might be dozens of them.  It became more and more evident that the red
men had revolted against the whites.  Perhaps the man who was following
us was one of those who had murdered the settlers in the houses we had
stopped at, and had seen us at a distance.

When morning broke we found that the river had greatly widened, and we
had every reason to believe that we had distanced our pursuer.  Still,
it would probably narrow again, and should any Indians possessed of
canoes perceive us they might put off in chase.

After our long paddle during the night we both required sleep, but
thought it imprudent to land, lest we should be surprised.  We therefore
agreed that one should lie down at a time, while the other guided the
canoe.  The eggs and fruit we had brought supplied us with food, so that
we had not to land to obtain any.  Tim insisted on my lying down first;
and just before I closed my eyes I saw him sitting bolt upright, and as
grave as a judge, with deliberate strokes moving his paddle from one
side to the other.

I was surprised to find, when I awoke, how low the sun had sunk.  The
faithful fellow declared that he had not the heart to awake me--that I
wanted sleep more than he did.  He then lay down, but insisted that I
should call him at sunset, as two pair of eyes would then be required.

I waited until the last moment, when I could no longer see my way, and
then I roused Tim.  He instantly jumped up, and seizing his paddle,
began to work away with all his might, as if he thought we had a fleet
of Indian canoes astern of us.  At last, feeling very hungry, I begged
him to stop.  Having eaten the last of our eggs and a few oranges, we
paddled on, intending to continue our course throughout the night.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

FANCY AND FATIGUE--TOIL AND PRIVATION--WE LAND--DANGER OF LIGHTING A
FIRE--A HASTY MEAL INTERRUPTED--ALARM OF INDIANS--MAKING DOWN THE
STREAM--WHITE MEN--A WELCOME MEETING--STARTLING INTELLIGENCE--OBJECT OF
THE EXPEDITION--SUSPICION AGAINST ROCHFORD--JUDGE SHURTLEFF'S OPINION--
LANDING--PREPARING TO ADVANCE--TIM RECEIVES AN APPOINTMENT--THE MARCH
COMMENCED--USEFUL ALLIES--A TRYING JOURNEY--OUR FIRST HALT--THE HUNTING
PARTY--A STRANGE MEETING--"SPOTTED WOLF"--MOVEMENTS OF THE INDIANS--
ANXIETY ABOUT MY FATHER--DOUBTS ABOUT OUR INDIAN FRIEND--A NARROW
ESCAPE--STABBED IN THE HUMMOCK.

I had been paddling on for some time in a half dreamy state, for fatigue
was beginning to tell on me more than on Tim, and I could with
difficulty at times keep my eyes open.  Though I managed to move my
paddle mechanically, I was more asleep than awake.  All sorts of strange
fancies flitted across my mind, and often I saw objects before me which
had no existence in reality.  Now a party of Indians, in their war-paint
and feathers, would appear on the bank, a bright light making them stand
out in bold relief against the forest.  Now in imagination I saw a huge
snake wriggling across the water; or a puma would show itself among the
trees, ready to spring upon us as we passed.  Often I heard strange
cries and the sound of human voices; then I fancied that I saw a canoe
stealing out from a dark creek, about to intercept us.  I tried to exert
myself, but my arms refused to obey my will.

"Arrah now, Mr. Maurice dear, you'd better lie down in the bottom of the
boat an' take a quiet sleep for an hour or two," exclaimed Tim, who
discovered the condition I was in just in time to prevent me letting go
my paddle, which the next instant would probably have fallen from my
grasp.

His voice aroused me.  "I can still paddle on," I answered; "though my
arms ache a little, to be sure."

"No, no; just lie down, an' I'll keep the canoe moving," said Tim.
"I've been more accustomed to work than you have, Mr. Maurice, and I can
stand it better.  You'll be afther knockin' yourself up altogether; an'
we have many a mile to go yet before we reach Castle Kearney."

I felt, however, that it was food more than rest which I just then
wanted.  The pangs of hunger I was enduring convinced me of this.  We
had, however, only our live fowls remaining, with a few oranges and some
grain; but the fowls could not be eaten raw, and the grain required to
be pounded and made into cakes before we could swallow it.  I therefore
proposed that we should land on the first spot we could find clear of
trees and brushwood, and cook one of the fowls and make some cakes.  To
this Tim agreed.  Before long, projecting from below the trunk of a
large tree, we discovered a bank composed of roots and driftwood, with
mud washed over them.  There was space enough to light a fire, so we at
once landed.  While I was engaged in collecting sticks for the fire, Tim
wrung the neck of one of our fowls and quickly plucked it.  He then cut
the bird in two and stuck it up before the fire, as the quickest way of
cooking it.  We could not afford to be particular.  Instead of making
cakes, we put on some of the grain to boil in our pot, for we could not
stop to bruise and bake it.  We were aware that it was imprudent even to
light a fire, lest it might attract the notice of any enemies prowling
in the neighbourhood; but our hunger overcame all other considerations,
and we hoped that as we should soon again be moving on there would be no
great risk in what we were doing.  I own that I ravenously ate up my
share of the fowl, even before it was cooked through; but having been
put on while still warm, it was less tough than might have been
expected.  The boiled grain was far from palatable.

"Sure it will do to fill up any holes which the old hen has left in our
stomachs, and I have a notion there are not a few of them," observed
Tim, as he began to bolt down the hot porridge.

We were thus employed, when Tim exclaimed, "Hist, Mr. Maurice, did you
hear a sound?"

I listened.  "Yes; I should fancy that an alligator had popped his head
above the surface, or a tortoise or wild-fowl had jumped into the river
to take a bath."

"Sure I thought it was paddles I heard.  Listen again," said Tim.

"Yes, it is paddles; no doubt about the matter," he exclaimed directly
afterwards; and stepping into the canoe he cast off the painter, while
he held her fast to some roots with one hand, adding, "Get in, Mr.
Maurice, get in; the sooner we are away from this the better.  The
Redskins--for sure it must be them--will make towards the fire, and, if
they haven't yet seen us, they'll be puzzled to know where we have gone
to."


Seizing my gun, which lay on the ground by my side, for from force of
habit I had carried it with me when I had landed, I stepped carefully
back into the canoe.  Immediately I had taken my seat, Tim shoved her
off as far out into the stream as he could, then grasping his paddle,
began to ply it with might and main.

"Stop!"  I whispered, after we had got a little distance.  "In what
direction did you fancy you heard the sounds?  It appears to me that
they are coming up the river instead of down."

"Sure, you're right, Mr. Maurice," answered Tim, who had ceased
paddling.  "I see the canoe too, an' a big one she is; she's full of
savages.  We may get over to the shadow of the opposite bank, an'
they'll not perceive us.  Use the paddle gently though, so as to make as
little noise as possible."

While working away as he advised, I kept my eye down the stream, looking
out for the canoe, which Tim fancied he had seen.  Before long I also
perceived it; indeed, it looked so high out of the water that I was
convinced it was of much larger size than the ordinary Indian canoes.
It was being directed towards the fire which we had left only a few
minutes before; those on board being naturally anxious to see who were
encamped there.

We had got over by this time to the opposite shore, and, as far as I
could judge, had escaped observation; so that we could easily, by
keeping under the shadow of the trees, paddle down the stream.  But as I
again looked towards the boat, I was convinced that she was of large
size, and full of white men.

Remaining perfectly quiet, before long we heard their voices.  There was
no doubt that they were whites; perhaps our friends coming to look for
us.  Tim was at length satisfied that I was right.  We forthwith paddled
back.  To prevent any one mistaking us for Indians, and sending a chance
shot at us, I hailed, "Who are you, friends?"

"Why, that must be Maurice!  Hurrah! he's not lost, then," I heard a
voice exclaim, which I recognised as that of Carlos; and directly
afterwards Lejoillie shouted out--

"Glad to see you alive.  Come here!"

We were soon alongside; and Tim making the canoe fast, he and I stepped
on board the boat.  We found that she was a long, large craft pulling
ten oars, and holding between thirty and forty men, all well-armed.
Among them were three blacks, two of whom I had seen at the judge's; and
I remembered the intense admiration they had shown for Rochford, when in
their presence he had expressed his liberal opinions, such as they were
very unlikely ever before to have heard.

The first person who grasped my hand was my father.

"Maurice, my boy, thank Heaven you have come back," he said.  "I was
very anxious about you, as were all your friends; for we were afraid
that you had fallen into the hands of those rascally Redskins, and that
they had treated you and Tim as they have so many other white people."

I briefly told him how I had lost my way, and was found by Tim; how we
had at length reached the river, and obtaining a canoe, got down thus
far homewards.  I mentioned also our having seen an Indian, who had
pursued us along the bank for some distance.  I then, turning to
Lejoillie and Carlos, inquired how they had made their escape.

Lejoillie replied that, having searched in vain for us, they had reached
the stream, and fortunately discovered a canoe, as we had done.  Just as
they were about to push off, a band of Indians had pursued them; and
this had naturally given rise to the supposition that we had been cut
off by the Redskins.  Having a supply of ammunition, they had been able
to obtain as much food as they required; and there being three people to
paddle the canoe, they had come down the river more rapidly than we had
been able to do, moving on night and day, one of them only sleeping at a
time.

"Then were you coming to look for Tim and me?"  I asked.

"No," answered Carlos; "we thought you must either have made your way
long ago to one of the forts, or been captured and killed by the
Indians.  When I got back, I found those at home in a fearful state of
grief and anxiety about Juanita.  She has disappeared, and been carried
off by some one.  Suspicion strongly turns against that fellow Rochford,
who came with Lejoillie to our house.  She and Rita, and two black
servants, had ridden out a short distance only from Castle Kearney, when
Juanita suddenly exclaimed that she would canter on ahead of them.
Before they could advise her not to go, she was off, and was soon hidden
from sight.  They rode forward, expecting her every instant to reappear;
but when they reached a more open part of the forest, she was nowhere
visible.  Nor could they discover any traces of her horse's hoofs--
probably because they did not look for them in the right place.  I think
that I should have found them had I been there.  In vain they shouted
and galloped about in all directions.  From that day to this nothing has
been heard of her.  There can be no doubt, however, that she must have
been carried off, as Rita is confident she would not have gone of her
own accord.  But whether Rochford or Indians are guilty of the deed is
still a matter of doubt.  I decidedly believe that Rochford has had a
hand in it.  I never felt very cordial towards him from the first,
though you seemed to fancy him a very fine fellow, with his wild notions
of getting freedom for the blacks, and giving the Redskins their rights;
but I believe there's nothing he would stick at.  Uncle Michael and
Captain Norton blame themselves greatly.  They and my father lost no
time in organising a plan for recovering my poor sister, and punishing
Rochford, or any one else who may be found guilty.  They took Judge
Shurtleff into their counsels: he stuck out, however, to the last that
Rochford was innocent; and told them that he had information that a band
of Indians had been in the neighbourhood, and had retreated up the left
bank of the river.  He advised that one party should proceed in this
direction by water, and then landing, proceed west--so as to prevent the
Indians making their way farther south--to reunite with another party
moving west, of which my father was to take charge.  They were then to
come down south, so as to be able to follow up the marauders should they
turn back again, or try to escape westward."

Carlos gave further explanations of the proposed plan of proceedings.  I
at once became as eager as any one to carry them out; though a short
time before I had felt so wearied that I could scarcely use my paddle, I
now declared that I was ready to begin the march as soon as it was
settled we should land.  I found that the point fixed upon was only a
mile or two farther up the river.  Had we been a little later we should
probably have missed our friends altogether.  The boat did not stop at
the place where we had lighted our fire, which was allowed to continue
burning, to assist in deceiving any Indians who might be in the
neighbourhood.  From the reports we had heard, we were well aware that
those we were likely to meet with would prove unfriendly, if not open
enemies, and that we should have to be cautious in our proceedings.

For some time I was kept awake by having to talk and listen to my
friends; but at length my head began to nod.

"Just lean back, and make yourself comfortable," said my father.

I followed his advice, and was soon fast asleep.  I was awakened by
feeling the boat run against the bank, and I found that we were about to
land.  Dawn had just broken, and I could see the dark outlines of the
trees on the opposite side of the river against the brightening sky.  A
crew of four hands were left in the boat, and charged to navigate her
back to Castle Kearney.  They were provided with arms, and were directed
to allow no Indian canoe to come alongside on any pretext whatever.  I
found that we now mustered thirty-six men, including Tim and myself.  It
was, after all, but a small party should we encounter any large band of
Indians, who were not likely to attack us unless far superior to us in
force.  Still, we possessed good rifles and plenty of ammunition, so
that we considered ourselves a match for three times our own number of
natives, many of whom were likely to be armed only with bows and arrows,
or should they have guns, with those of an inferior character.  Twenty
of our party were soldiers under Captain Norton's command, the others
were volunteers.  We had a few of my uncle's people, and the rest came
from Roseville.  As the Indians would probably not have expected so many
white men to come up the river, we had hopes of taking them by surprise.

Captain Norton, my father, and Tim were the only old soldiers among us;
for even the regulars had had no experience of warfare.  Tim, therefore,
found himself raised to the rank of third in command, the scouts being
placed under his orders--an honourable though dangerous appointment.

We remained only sufficient time to enable the men to eat what may be
called a breakfast, to strap on their knapsacks, and get themselves into
marching trim, when the order to advance was given; and Tim and his
scouts, six of the most active men, went ahead, having received
instructions never to get beyond hailing distance of each other, or get
too much in advance to be prevented from falling back quickly on the
main body.  After going some distance, we marched across a pine-barren,
with a marsh on our left, over which Indians could scarcely make their
way, while here and there on our right were hummocks, thick bottoms in
which a whole army of natives might have concealed themselves.  Our
friends, I should have said, had brought half-a-dozen of the large
blood-hounds I have before described, which were used for hunting
ocelots and other fierce game, as well as for searching out runaway
<DW64>s.  These were likely to prove of the greatest service in
exploring the hummocks, as they would quickly give tongue on discovering
any lurking enemies.  We felt pretty sure, therefore, that we had no
foes on our right, or that we had left any behind us.  Our great object,
however, was to find some Indians who could give us information either
of Juanita or Rochford; whether they were together, or whether either
one or the other had been seen.  From what I had heard of the Indians, I
had very little hope of success.

We marched on all day, frequently, however, in consequence of the nature
of the ground, making but slow progress.  We could carry, of course, but
a small quantity of provisions, chiefly flour, coffee, pepper, and salt,
so that we depended on our guns for supplying ourselves with game.  It
might have been better had we been able to be independent of hunting, as
we ran a risk of being separated, and falling into the hands of our
enemies, should any be on the watch to cut us off.

We had now to cross an extensive tract of prairie land, which covers a
large portion of the interior of the country north of the Everglades.  I
have already described its unpleasant character.  The sun struck down on
our heads with intense force, there being few trees to afford us shade.
Our legs were torn by the sharp teeth of the palmetto; and the only
water we could obtain was from stagnant pools fringed with tall
saw-grass, through which it was difficult to penetrate to get to the
water, such as it was.  Sometimes, after a great deal of trouble, and at
the risk of being snapped up by an alligator, we found the water
brackish and utterly undrinkable.  Occasionally we came upon
pine-islands, slight sandy elevations above the prairie covered by tall
pine-trees.  We here got the benefit of shade, but no water was to be
obtained near them.  We had one advantage, however, in crossing the
prairie: no enemies in any number could find concealment to burst out
suddenly upon us, as we knew they might well do where the country was
thickly wooded.  While crossing the prairie we saw no four-footed game,
nor even any of the wild cattle which we had expected to find there.
The opinion was that they had been driven off by the Indians.

We had made but slow progress; for owing to those abominable
saw-palmetto roots, we could seldom march more than two miles an hour.
At length, darkness approaching, we were compelled to camp on a
pine-island.  It was the best spot we could select, as we could hold it,
should we be attacked during the night, against any number of Indians.
We had, however, to content ourselves with but a short allowance of
water, which we had brought from the last pool.  We had, however, killed
several ducks and plovers, and three large snowy herons, which the men
ate in spite of their rank taste.  We, of course, placed sentries on the
watch, and sent out several scouts, accompanied by blood-hounds, who, we
knew, would not fail to discover any Indians lurking in the
neighbourhood.  The most experienced backwoodsman of our party had
examined the ground as we came along in search of Indian trails, but
none of recent date had been perceived.  We were aware, however, that
the natives might, if they were so disposed, easily pass us on their way
to the south, where, among the impenetrable woods of the Everglades,
they might set us at defiance.  Our great object, therefore, was to find
an Indian who, either from a friendly disposition towards the whites, or
from being ready to receive a bribe, would act as our guide, and bring
us information as to where those we were in search of were to be found.

As my father, Captain Norton, Lejoillie, Carlos, and I sat round our
camp-fire eating our frugal supper, we anxiously discussed the
probabilities of recovering Juanita.  Carlos spoke very strongly on the
subject.  He regretted that he had not been at home when his sister
disappeared, as he would, he declared, have collected every man capable
of bearing arms in the neighbourhood, and at once proceeded with a
strong force in pursuit.  He still adhered to the belief that Rochford
had carried her off, aided by a strong band of Indians.

"We shall hear of him before long acting as Powell's lieutenant, or
perhaps raised to the chief command himself!" he exclaimed.

"I do not think that," observed Lejoillie.  "He is very enthusiastic,
and considers that the Indians have been ill-treated; but I do not
believe that he would wish them to resort to force to enable them to
obtain their rights.  He spoke of going among them only for the purpose
of giving them good advice, or trying to induce them to adopt the
customs of civilisation."

I corroborated what Lejoillie said, as did my father.  Captain Norton
expressed the hope that we were right, though he had not had sufficient
intercourse with his cousin to judge of his opinions.

I need not say I was very glad to roll myself in my blanket as soon as
supper was over, and to fall fast asleep.  I should, I believe, have
slept on far into the next day, had I not been aroused by my father, who
handed me a mug of coffee, some wild duck, and corn-cake for breakfast.
Directly afterwards, the march was resumed.  We were unable to obtain
any game during the first part of the day, and were truly glad when, in
the afternoon, we came in sight of the thickly-growing trees of an
extensive hummock.  As it was important to obtain food, the men were
halted at some distance from its border, while my father, Lejoillie, and
I, with Tim and three or four of the best shots of the party, made our
way as best we could amid the dense brushwood, in the hopes of getting a
shot at some deer or any other game which might be taking shelter there.
Pushing on through hydrangeas and azaleas, with lofty cabbage-palms,
cotton, cedar, and other trees above our heads, festooned with
wild-vines, convolvuli, air-plants, and numberless other creepers, Tim
and I, who were ahead, at length saw before us a small pool.

"Hist, Mr. Maurice!" he whispered; "I jist caught sight of something
moving.  We must creep up carefully.  Maybe it's a painter, or an
ocelot, or, what would be better, a deer; an' if we can escape the
creature windin' us, we may git up near enough to have a fair shot, for
it won't be you or I that'll be afther missin'."

I followed his advice, eager to obtain the game, and trusting none of
our party would approach incautiously.  In the meantime, by creeping
slowly on, we at length came close to the pool, which was almost filled
up with grass and water-lilies.  Lifting up our heads, to our infinite
satisfaction, we saw a doe and her young one standing in the water, into
which they had evidently gone to drink.  At the same moment a heron,
with a loud cry, rose from the sedgy banks; and the deer, as if its note
had been one of warning, turned her head towards where we were.

"Fire at the mother," I whispered to Tim; "I'll take the fawn."

We pulled our triggers, and almost at the same moment a third shot was
heard at a distance; a bullet splashing the water close to where the
deer stood, but hitting neither of the animals.

Both deer fell, however, struggling in the water.  We rushed forward to
secure our prey.  Having put them out of suffering, I carried the fawn
to a dry spot, and Tim followed with the deer, which was as much as he
could well stagger under.  While we were looking about for a long pole
by which we might suspend the animals, so as to carry them with greater
ease to the camp, we heard a rustling sound made by some person or
animal approaching.  We, of course, had both reloaded our rifles, but
fully expected to see one of our party, attracted to the spot by our
shots.  Our surprise, therefore, was great to see instead, standing
close to us, an Indian in the usual light hunting costume worn by his
people, composed of skins embroidered in the ordinary fashion.  His
face, however, was painted in a way which gave him a far from
prepossessing expression.

"Who are you, Mr. Redface?" asked Tim, instinctively handling his rifle
ready for action.

"A friend!" answered the Indian.  "You come kill my deer.  What you want
here?"

"Arrah, sure, do you call it your deer?" asked Tim.  "A deer in this
country belongs to the man who kills it, I've a notion; and it was not
your bullet which brought either of the animals to the ground.  Mr.
Maurice here kilt one, and I the other; an' your bit of lead tumbled
into the water, a foot away at least from either of them.  Sure, if
ye'll be afther lookin' for it, you'll find it in the mud."

"Ugh!" ejaculated the Indian, who saw that he was not likely to get much
change out of Tim, and knew from the distance he had fired that his aim
was uncertain.  "Where are your people?"

"Come along, and you shall see," said Tim; "they'll be glad to have a
talk with you about some matters, and you'll find it to your advantage
to tell them what you know."

The Indian understood probably only a part of what Tim said, but
nodding, he said, "Spotted Wolf will go with you."

"Oh, is that your name?  Come along, then, Mr. Spotted Wolf; we'll take
care no harm happens to you."

The Indian laughed scornfully, as if he considered that he could take
very good care of himself; and as by this time we had hung the deer to
the pole, Tim told him we were ready to move.  "I'll trouble ye,
however, Mr. Spotted Wolf, to lead on ahead; you know the way out of
this hummock, maybe, better than we do.  An' see that you lead us right,
if ye please."

He then turned to me, and in a lower voice said,--"It's as well to keep
this sort of gentleman in front, or maybe he'll be afther shootin' one
of us, an' stickin' his scalping-knife into the other."

The Indian, no ways displeased by the evident want of confidence placed
in him, led the way, and managed to pick out a path with fewer
obstructions than the one by which we had entered the hummock.  As we
came in sight of the camp he hesitated for a moment, perhaps surprised
at seeing many more people than he might have expected.  It is possible
that he would have been welcomed by half-a-dozen rifle shots had we not
appeared close behind him.  Our friends were highly pleased at seeing
the game which we brought.  Just then Lejoillie arrived, bringing three
fat gobblers, some smaller birds, and a racoon, which he and the men
attending him had shot.  My father, who had only one companion, had not
yet returned.  I could not help fearing that he might have fallen in
with some other Indians, who might not have behaved in so pacific a
manner as Spotted Wolf.  I at once took the Indian up to Captain Norton,
who rose to receive him, and being well accustomed to the habits of the
Redskins, desired him to be seated on the ground near the camp-fire.
The fact that Spotted Wolf spoke English showed that he had had frequent
intercourse with the white men.

Captain Norton at once began questioning him as to whether he was alone,
or had few or many companions.

He declared that he was alone; that he had separated from his
countrymen, as he did not approve of their making war on the Palefaces,
who, he knew, must conquer at last.  At the same time, while making this
acknowledgment, he described the army of Oceola as very large,
consisting of numerous warriors, well-armed, and with abundance of
ammunition.

Captain Norton inquired if he knew where they were.  He replied that
they were now some distance away to the west, waiting for reinforcements
from the Cherokees and Creeks.  Whether Spotted Wolf was giving a true
account or not, it was impossible to ascertain.  He was consistent in
all he said, and maintained a calm and unembarrassed manner.  I was
little accustomed to the countenances of Indians, who looked to me very
nearly all alike, but I certainly did not admire the expression of that
of Spotted Wolf; and I found that Carlos had formed a bad opinion of
him.  He sat on in the ordinary inelegant position which Indians
maintain round a council fire, deliberately smoking a pipe of tobacco
which the captain had presented to him.

Captain Norton had hitherto said nothing about Juanita or Rochford.  He
hoped apparently that, should the Indian know anything of them, he would
himself introduce the subject.  At last he was obliged to ask Spotted
Wolf whether he had seen a Paleface girl and a young man in company with
the Indians, either together, or separately, or had heard of them.

"I have not seen any Palefaces such as you describe, nor have I heard of
them," answered Spotted Wolf positively; or, at all events, he gave us
to understand as much, for I cannot exactly describe the language in
which he spoke.

"Can you, however, serve us by learning whether such persons as I
mention are in this part of the country?" asked Captain Norton.  "Though
you may not have heard of them, your friends may, and you can bring us
the information we require."

The Indian, resting his chin on his hand, appeared to consider what had
been said.  He then replied that he would, if it were the wish of his
Paleface brother, endeavour to gain tidings of the girl, although, as
there were many of his people who looked upon him as an enemy, he might
have great difficulty in accomplishing his object.

"Spotted Wolf will do his best, and look for his reward," answered
Captain Norton; "we can expect no more."

The Indian gave the usual "Ugh," signifying that he fully understood
what was required of him.

I had been all the time on the look-out for the return of my father.
The sun had just set, and darkness was rapidly coming on.  I went
outside the camp in the direction whence I thought he would appear.
Nowhere was he to be seen.  I resolved, therefore, to go in search of
him.  Carlos and Lejoillie agreed to go also, and several others
volunteered to accompany us.  Captain Norton said that he would be glad
to go, but he could not venture to leave the camp.  He told me that
although Spotted Wolf might be a very honest fellow, he would have a
strict watch kept upon him; and, in case any other Indians should
appear, he would not allow them to enter the camp.

On this occasion we took two of the dogs, which had been kept tied up
until now, lest they should disturb the game in the hummock.  They ran
on before us with their noses to the ground, clearly understanding what
was required of them.  They were well acquainted with my father, and the
man who had accompanied him, so that we had no fear of their attacking
them.  On they went towards the western end of the hummock.  Instead of
rushing into it, as we expected, they kept along the edge.  Presently we
heard them give tongue, and hurrying forward, we saw a person issuing
from the thick brushwood, accompanied by the two dogs.  On getting
nearer to him, I discovered, to my joy, that he was my father.  He
seemed more than usually agitated, and when I inquired the cause, he
told me that he had been separated from his companion, whom, after some
time, he had found dead on the ground, stabbed apparently, but not
scalped, so that he was in doubt whether an Indian had done the deed.
Anxious, however, about his own safety, he was endeavouring to make his
way out of the hummock, when he caught sight, in the distance, of
several figures moving among the trees, which, though indistinctly seen,
he was convinced were those of Indians.  He concealed himself at once,
and had reason to believe that he was not detected, but had been unable
to make his way out, until the hounds had found him, not being aware how
close he was to the edge of the hummock.  How he had escaped from the
Redskins it was difficult to say.  Some of the party proposed at once to
go in search of the body of the murdered man; but though we might
possibly have found it, with the assistance of the dogs, in daylight, it
would have been almost impossible to do so in the dark.  We therefore
agreed to return to the camp, and made the best of our way back, where
the news we brought created no little sensation.  Some suspected that
Spotted Wolf was not altogether unacquainted with the circumstance.
Carlos declared that he should not be surprised had the Indian himself
killed the man; but on comparing the time we had met him with that when
my father believed the murder to have been committed, we decided that
Spotted Wolf must be acquitted of the charge.

In consequence of what had occurred, a double watch was set, and all
sentinels were charged to keep wide awake, so that during the night we
might not be taken by surprise.

CHAPTER TWELVE.

DESERTERS--CARLOS'S OPINION OF SPOTTED WOLF--THE MARCH CONTINUED--HALT--
THE HUNTING PARTY--DECOYING DEER--RUNAWAY HORSES--A CAPTURE--PROOFS OF
AN INDIAN BATTLE--SCENE OF A MASSACRE--OUR PLANS ALTERED--SCOUTING--THE
SURVIVORS--DETAILS OF THE TRAGEDY--FORWARD--THE ABANDONED FORT--WE
GARRISON THE BLOCK-HOUSE--STRENGTHENING OUR POSITION--REPORTS OF THE
SCOUTS--SCARCITY OF PROVISIONS--AN EXPEDITION TO OBTAIN RELIEF--A
DISAPPOINTMENT--THE STRANGE HUNTER--A SURPRISE--AN ANGRY MEETING--THE
EXPLANATION--IN THE WRONG--PREPARING FOR THE ATTACK.

The night passed quietly away, notwithstanding the very natural
apprehension we had entertained that the Indians my father had seen
would attack us.  One circumstance, however, caused us considerable
astonishment and anxiety.  In spite of the vigilant watch supposed to
have been kept, two of our black companions had disappeared; and we
could find no trail to indicate in what direction they had gone, nor how
they could have managed to get out of the camp without being observed.
No one, however, recollected exactly when they were last seen; and it
was generally believed they had gone off in the evening, when the party
had set out to search for my father.  Could they have had any
communication with the Redskins hovering about our camp?  This was not
considered probable.  It occurred to me, however, that they might have
known of the blacks who had treated us so hospitably, and that they had
gone off under the idea that they could reach them, or some other party
of <DW64> runaways, several of whom had long been living among the
impenetrable jungles of the south.  It was generally supposed, however,
that the Indians, knowing the strength of our party, would not dare to
interfere with us, and that we might be able to recover the body of the
poor fellow who had been murdered.  Captain Norton, however, would not
allow search to be made for it, as the risk, he considered, would be far
greater than any advantage to be gained.  We therefore marched forward,
as on the previous day.

"There's one of our number gone," observed Carlos gloomily; "how many
more will be lost before we return home?"

We had grave suspicions of Spotted Wolf.  When asked whether he knew
anything of the Indians who had been seen by my father in the hummock,
he declared that they must have been some who had followed him when he
was making his escape, but that he was not aware that they had reached
the hummock.

"That may or may not be the case," observed Carlos; "but I would advise
Captain Norton to keep a look-out on the fellow's movements.  I suspect
his object is rather to betray us than to render us assistance."

The Indian, however, seemed perfectly at ease, and as far as his
knowledge of English would allow, conversed freely with every one.  He
was asked if he knew whereabouts Oceola was to be found.  He replied
that he was ignorant of that chief's movements, but he acknowledged that
he might possibly not be far off.  Though our scouts ranged on every
side, as well as ahead, and sometimes dropped behind, they failed to
catch sight of the Indians, who, however, we knew, would, in all
probability, keep near us, waiting for an opportunity to attack us,
should they find us off our guard.  It was not altogether a pleasant
feeling to know that at any moment we might be assailed by a band of
savages eager to take our scalps; but by degrees we got accustomed to
the feeling, and there was nothing we so much desired as to catch sight
of our supposed enemies, being certain that we should beat them off,
however numerous they might be.

I have already so fully described the country, that I need not draw any
further pictures of it.  Our course led us sometimes over the prairie,
covered with low saw-palmetto and grass; sometimes over the pine-lands,
by the side of ponds; occasionally along the edges of the belts of
forest, chiefly composed of pines and cabbage-palms; and then near
hummocks, which, as they were mostly impenetrable jungles, we carefully
avoided, except when it became necessary to halt to obtain food for our
party.  We then sent in the dogs, to ascertain if an enemy were
concealed in the jungle.  Spotted Wolf, who invariably marched ahead
with the captain, kept his eyes ranging over the ground in search of any
trail which might serve to point out in what direction parties of his
countrymen had gone.  But though he did this, I saw how easily he might
deceive us; for though he might see trails, he might not communicate his
discovery.

We again halted for the night among a clump of pine-trees, with a stream
near us, a pond on one side, and a hummock at a little distance.  The
hummock might conceal a foe; but as the Indians could not possibly know
that we should halt in this neighbourhood, it was not likely that they
would have laid an ambush there.

We had run short of provisions, and were anxious to shoot some deer;
indeed, it was absolutely necessary to obtain food at all risks.  We
waited therefore until dark, when, the main body being encamped, with
sentries on the watch, my father, Tim, and I, with four of our best
shots, proceeded to the edge of the hummock.  We were, each of us,
supplied with pine-torches secured to sticks which could be run into the
ground.  We advanced cautiously to the spots we had selected, some
hundred feet apart, when, having stuck our torches in the ground, and
lit them, we lay down just in front, concealed either by a low bush or
by some grass.  Thus we remained perfectly invisible, while the light
passed over our heads.  Tim and I were near enough to see each other's
torches.  While I lay crouched down, the thought occurred to me that
should by chance any Indians be hidden in the hummock, they would know
exactly where to find each of us, and creeping cautiously up, would try
to kill and scalp us separately.  I therefore kept my ears well open and
my senses fully awake, to be ready for any emergency.  I had not long,
however, to endure these unpleasant apprehensions, when I heard a slight
rustling, and presently caught sight of two faint lights just before me.
They were large and round, and I knew that they were the eyes of a
deer, in which the blaze from the pine-torch was reflected.  The animal
stood quite still, and I had time to raise my rifle, and to aim between
the lights.  I fired, and a large deer bounded into the air, and fell
close to me with scarcely a struggle.  Almost at the same time I heard
Tim fire.  I at once reloaded, and jumping up extinguished the torch,
and began dragging my prize into the open.  While thus employed, two
other shots from the farther extremities of the hummock reached my ears,
and I hoped that our party had bagged three more deer at least.  The
animal I had shot was too heavy to carry, but I managed,
notwithstanding, to drag it over the rough ground.  I had not gone far
when I was joined by Tim, who exclaimed--

"Arrah! sure, I thought I had kilt a deer, but it's only a beast of a
grey wolf.  However, it will serve to feed the dogs; and I hope your
father and the rest will each have knocked over a deer."

I asked Tim to leave the wolf and assist me in carrying the deer into
camp.  This he did, and we got on very well.  He was so vexed, however,
that he declared he must have another trial, as in a short time the
deer, which had been startled by our shots, would recover from their
alarm, and very likely return to the spot.  Telling one of the men
whereabouts the wolf lay, he set off with a fresh pine-torch.  In the
meantime my father and his companions returned with a couple of deer.
So hungry had the party become that no time was lost in kindling fires,
which had not before been done, and putting on the venison to roast.
The deer we had killed were not more than sufficient for a couple of
meals to each man, and Tim was hailed with considerable satisfaction,
when later in the night he returned with a fourth one.  We had no longer
any fears as to the hummock concealing Indians, as they would certainly
have shown themselves long before this.  A careful watch, however, was
kept during the night.  Some of the party proposed scouring the hummock,
to obtain a larger supply of venison, or any other game we could shoot;
but Captain Norton would not consent to this.

Next morning, having breakfasted on venison, with some wild duck which
the keenest of our sportsmen had killed at sunrise, we recommenced our
march.  Spotted Wolf shortly afterwards intimated that if we would
proceed farther west, he might probably obtain information regarding
those of whom we were in search.  There were a few lodges of his people,
connected to him by ties of blood, who, being peaceably disposed, had
declined to join Oceola and the other rebel chiefs.  "They, of
necessity," he said, "keep themselves well informed of what is going
forward in other parts of the country, that they may make their escape
should the rebels attempt to compel them to join their party."

Carlos doubted the truth of this statement; but Captain Norton appeared
to believe it, or, at all events, allowed Spotted Wolf to think so.  If
Oceola had really carried off Juanita, his object, no doubt, would be to
place her somewhere in safety, under the charge of the female members of
his family, so that she would be unable to escape herself, or obtain the
assistance of her friends.  He could scarcely have expected that a force
like ours would so soon have been despatched in pursuit.  Carlos,
however, persisted in declaring that the Indian chief had had nothing to
do with the matter, and that Rochford alone had, somehow or other,
obtained the means of carrying her off.

We had been marching on for some hours across a pine-barren, with the
sun beating down on our heads, and were anxiously looking out for a
stream or pool at which we could quench our thirst, Carlos and I being
together, when an object was seen moving across the plain towards us.
It was soon made out to be a horse.

"It is riderless," observed Carlos.

"Can it be a wild one?"  I asked.

"Not from its movements, I am nearly sure.  And see! it has a saddle on
its back," he replied.

Presently another and another appeared, coming from the same direction.
Carlos and I, with several of the men, rushed forward to catch the
animals.  Two of those which brought up the rear came on at a slower
pace than the rest.  They were wounded, and as we got nearer we
perceived an arrow sticking in the side of one of them; a bullet had
gone through the neck of another, which had also had a spear thrust into
its shoulder; while three of the others had blood on their saddles, and
two had their bridles cut.  What had become of their riders?

Captain Norton at once recognised the animals as belonging to the United
States cavalry.  "Some disaster has overtaken our people, I fear," he
observed, "for these horses have been in battle, and managed to escape
when their riders were overthrown.  We must now be doubly on the watch.
At the same time, we must hope that, although some have been killed, the
rest have put the enemy to flight, or cut their way out, supposing that
our troops were surprised.  It is not, however, very likely!"

The arrow was extracted from the side of the horse, and the wounds of
the others having been looked to, it was hoped that they would do well.
Anxious to ascertain what had happened, we pushed on, while the horses
were led in the rear.  Every moment we expected to meet with the Indians
making their escape, or with a body of American troops, who would, it
was fully believed, have been victorious.  Not a human being appeared in
sight.  We had marched a couple of miles farther, however, when we saw
hovering in the air a number of birds, while others were flitting about
the trees or perched on the boughs.  As we drew nearer, we recognised
among them numberless turkey buzzards, vultures, and other carrion fowl,
while a pack of wolves were roaming about, disputing with the feathered
tribe for their prey.

"It is a battle-field!"  I heard my father exclaim.

A sickening sensation came over me when I saw the remains of my
fellow-creatures covering the ground, and the horrible condition to
which the birds of prey and the wolves had reduced them.  I hung back;
though several of the party went forward, that they might ascertain who
they were and what number had fallen.  It must have been difficult,
however, to count them.  Already the limbs of many had been torn off,
and the countenances of all had been so disfigured that their nearest
friends could not have identified them; but their uniforms told too
plainly that they were soldiers of the United States.  Including
officers and men, there must have been nearly a hundred, mostly
infantry, with a few cavalry.  The latter lay scattered about outside
the rest.  Too probably not one of the whole force had escaped.  Most of
them had been scalped, showing that the Redskins had been victorious;
but they had, for some reason or other, moved off before they had
finished their horrible work.  It was clear that the troops had been
surprised and destroyed by a vastly superior force before they had had
time to stand on the defensive.  On either side of the space were thick
woods, in which probably the Indians had lain in ambush, when some of
the party, emerging from one end of the glade, and some from the other,
the troops had been completely surrounded.

Captain Norton appeared deeply affected when we gathered together, after
he had surveyed the battle-field.  He was of opinion that the troops had
come from the west coast--probably from the Bay of Tampa--and were
marching to one of the forts to the northward.  He acknowledged, too,
that we were in a fearfully dangerous predicament, and that the fate
which had overtaken the soldiers might be ours.  What could our small
force avail against many hundreds of fierce warriors flushed with
victory?  To turn back was as dangerous as to proceed.  Should we be
pursued, we might quickly be overwhelmed.  He therefore determined on
attempting to gain one of the forts, where we might hold out against
Oceola's forces.

To stop and bury the dead was impossible.  The wolves and birds of prey
would soon dispose of them.  We had our own safety to look after.  Even
now the woods on either side might be full of our enemies, waiting only
for a favourable opportunity to set upon us.  To ascertain whether there
were any foes lurking near us, the dogs, one at a time, were turned into
the woods.  Before long, the loud baying of the first which was let
loose gave notice that he had discovered some one; and the scouts, led
by Tim, were at once sent forward to ascertain what was there.  We
waited with our weapons ready to defend ourselves, should they be driven
back by the enemy.  They soon, however, reappeared, carrying a wounded
man.  Though severely hurt, he was able to speak, and informed Captain
Norton that to his belief he was the sole survivor of a force of upwards
of a hundred men, who had marched from the Bay of Tampa, intending to
proceed to Fort King, which was, it had been understood, threatened by
Oceola and his braves.  Suddenly, when they did not believe an enemy was
near, having halted and piled their arms, they were set upon by upwards
of five hundred well-armed Indians, who were in their midst before they
could recover their weapons.  He was one of the very first wounded, and
had crawled behind a bush, where he lay and witnessed the slaughter of
his comrades.  As evening approached, favoured by the darkness, he
crawled farther into the wood, to die in peace.  He heard the shouts and
shrieks of the Redskins, triumphing over their victims, when suddenly
they had hurried off, as he supposed, to the northward.

While we were listening to the poor fellow's account, the dogs had been
sent in to the other side of the forest, where they discovered three
more soldiers, almost at the point of death.  Two, indeed, died before
they could give any account of what had happened; but the other
corroborated the statement of the first in all particulars, adding that
he had seen the savages dance round the slain; and that while thus
engaged the horses had escaped, with the exception of two or three,
which they had succeeded in carrying off with them.  Several, indeed,
lay dead on the battle-field, almost torn to pieces by the wolves.  My
father, who had had some experience in gunshot wounds, did his best to
attend to the poor men; but the last discovered died in the course of a
few minutes, and we had now only one, the sole survivor of the massacre,
to carry with us.  A rough litter was at once formed, as he could not
bear the jolting of a horse; and he was carried forward on the shoulders
of some of our people, who willingly undertook the task.  As it was
dangerous to remain in the exposed position in which we were, we now
advanced as fast as possible, fearing that at any moment we might be
attacked by a vastly superior force.  Every man of the party, however,
was resolved to fight to the last, and to sell his life dearly.

Spotted Wolf had appeared as much astonished as any of us at the
discovery of the massacred troops.  Carlos observed to me that he
thought the fellow was looking out for an opportunity to escape.  "If he
tries to do so, I'll shoot him," he added.  "I have mistrusted him from
the first.  I suspect that, in advising us to take this route, he
expected to lead us up to the ambush into which our troops have fallen;
and I believe that he wants to get off for the purpose of letting Oceola
know how small a party we are.  Probably the enemy were deceived, and,
getting information of our approach, supposed that we were a large force
coming to the assistance of our friends."

I thought that Carlos was right in his conjectures, as did my father
when I told him of them.  Carlos also spoke to Captain Norton on the
subject in a way which induced him, at all events, to be cautious in
further trusting Spotted Wolf.  He also issued an order to all the men
to keep an eye on Spotted Wolf, and to shoot him without ceremony should
he attempt to escape.

Before long we came upon a well-defined trail made by wheeled vehicles,
as also by the feet of horses and men, and we had no doubt that it led
directly to the fort which we desired to reach.  We pushed forward,
therefore, with revived confidence, hoping before long to get within
strong walls, where, with the assistance of its present garrison, we
might bid defiance to all foes likely to attack us.  As we approached,
however, we saw that it was little more than a block-house, and that no
flag waved above the stockade.  Advancing nearer, we expected to be
hailed.  No friendly voice, however, reached our ears.

"Can it be deserted? or have the Redskins got possession of it?"  I
heard my father exclaim.

"We must not be taken by surprise," observed Captain Norton.  He called
for two volunteers to go forward and ascertain the condition of the
fort.  Tim, who was always ready for anything, sprang to the front.  I
begged my father to let me accompany him.  He hesitated; but he
considered that it would be setting a bad example to the men if he
refused, and he gave his consent.  Tim and I immediately advanced,
looking out for any hole or opening through which the muzzle of a rifle
or the point of an arrow might appear.  The building had lately suffered
either from fire or assault.  Many of the palisades had been broken
down, and the buildings inside were roofless.  No one was to be seen,
and the gate was open.  We entered, still, however, keeping our rifles
ready for instant use.  Not a voice was heard.  We soon discovered what
had taken place.  The small garrison had been overpowered and
slaughtered to a man.  The larger number lay inside the house, into
which they had evidently retreated to defend themselves.  The remainder
were found close under the stockade.  Nearly all had been killed in a
hand-to-hand fight, and few, if any, had been shot down from the
outside.

"Depend upon it," said Tim, "there was treachery here, an' the gate was
opened at night to let the enemy in.  A place like this might be
defended against any number of Redskins, unless the garrison ran short
of ammunition."

"That's just what I suspect they did," I answered, examining the pouches
of two of the men who lay nearest me.  They were both empty.

We had, however, no time to discuss the matter, as it was our duty to
hurry back and report what we had discovered.  On hearing it, Captain
Norton resolved to occupy the fort.  Our first business on entering was
to carry out the bodies of the late garrison.  It was a mournful task,
as we had no means of burying them, or, at all events, no time to devote
to this object.  As soon as this duty was performed, we set to work to
repair the fort.  Most of the men had axes, which they vigorously plied,
and soon cut down a sufficient number of trees for our purpose.  The men
laboured hard, knowing that their lives might depend on their getting
the fort into a fit state to resist the enemy.  Not until every breach
was repaired, the gate strengthened, and the centre hut--for it was
little more--roofed in with the split trunks of trees, did we cease from
our toil.  It was nearly morning by the time our work was accomplished.
Not until then did the captain or any of the men lie down to snatch a
short sleep.  Fortunately, the storehouse had escaped, and in it we
discovered a supply of salt provisions sufficient to last us several
days, while a well dug within the stockade afforded an ample supply of
water.  We might thus hold out for a considerable time, without the
necessity of venturing far from the fort to obtain game.

The captain was still unwilling to make it impossible for Spotted Wolf
to escape, by shooting him or binding his limbs; but he charged two of
the most intelligent of the men to keep a constant watch over the
Indian, and not to allow him on any pretext to leave the fort.  It was
necessary to send out a few men to cut grass for the horses, as it was
important to keep them in good condition.  Those who went, however, were
ordered not to venture beyond the immediate vicinity of the fort, into
which they could escape should an enemy appear.  We had reason to be
thankful that we had not been disturbed.  But we had made no progress,
as far as we could judge, in the object of our expedition; neither
Rochford nor Juanita had been discovered, and they might still be
leagues away.

Two days passed.  Captain Norton and my father were constantly talking
over plans for our future proceedings.  The captain even asked my father
if he would take command of the block-house, while he himself with three
others should make their way on horseback to one of the larger forts,
where he could obtain information for his guidance.  As we all knew that
it would be impossible to hold the block-house during a protracted siege
without a larger supply of provisions than we possessed, it became
necessary, as soon as possible, to obtain game, so as to enable us to
keep the salt provisions for such an emergency.  Though we had little to
fear from their usual style of warfare--for the red men, when they fail
in an attack, generally abandon it altogether--still, it was possible
that, under their bold and sagacious chief Oceola, they might adopt a
new system, and attempt the destruction of one fort after another, until
they had rid the country of the Palefaces, as they boastfully asserted
they intended to do.

As soon as the fort was placed in an efficient state, Captain Norton
sent out the scouts to ascertain if any Indians were in the
neighbourhood.  They returned, stating that they had seen none, and that
they believed the country would be found open to Fort King, or to the
eastward, and that we might therefore return to the river, should such a
movement be considered desirable.  None of them brought any game,
asserting their belief that the Indians had driven off all the deer and
wild cattle, and that, except some birds and small animals, we were not
likely to obtain any.  Thus we all felt that the expedition would be
bootless, as we had utterly failed to obtain tidings of those of whom we
were in search.

Captain Norton now determined to take two of the best horses, one for
himself and the other for a companion, and push on to Fort King,
trusting to their speed to escape any enemies they might fall in with.
Carlos and I both volunteered to accompany him.  He decided, however, to
take only one of us, and fixed upon Carlos, as he knew the country
better than I did.  It was settled that they should set out by daybreak
the next morning.  The horses had been well fed, and the captain hoped
that in three or four hours they might reach their destination.  When
the animals, however, were led out, the one Carlos intended to ride was
evidently lame.  Its leg was examined, but no cause could be discovered
for its lameness, and none of the others were fit for the journey.

"I must then start by myself!" exclaimed the captain.  "I am sorry not
to have your company, Carlos; but as there is some hazard in the
expedition, it may be better for you to remain in the fort."

"I suspect that Indian fellow has had something to do with the lameness
of the animal," whispered Carlos.  "Captain Norton, who still thinks him
honest, would not believe me if I said so.  However, I will keep my eye
on him; and I will shoot him through the head if I find him playing any
trick."

I urged Carlos not to do that, at all events; though I agreed that he
ought not to be allowed to go out of sight of his guards for a single
moment.

While we were still examining the horses, hoping that after a little
while the lameness would go off, one of the scouts called out that a
stranger was approaching.

"Maybe he is one of the blacks," I observed.  But on mounting the
platform placed inside the stockade, I saw that the man was a white in
hunter's garb, and that he was carrying a deer on his shoulders.  He was
accompanied by a handsome hound, which every now and then turned round,
as if on the watch to give him timely notice of the approach of any one
who might be following him.  He hurried on, notwithstanding the weight
of the animal and holding his rifle in his hand, looking back every now
and then as if he did not feel himself secure from pursuit.

"Who comes there?" shouted the sentry.

"A friend," was the reply.  "Open the gate, and let me in.  I wish to
see your commanding officer."

I hurried down to tell Captain Norton, who ordered the gate to be
opened.


As the hunter advanced, what was my surprise to recognise our friend
Rochford.  The gate was opened, and the hunter entered.  Throwing down
the deer, he advanced with outstretched hand to meet Captain Norton.
Though he was much disguised by his hunter's dress, his sun-burned
features, and a huge moustache, as I watched him I felt sure that I was
not mistaken.

"What brings you here?" asked Captain Norton.

"I come to give you warning that you may at any moment be attacked by a
strong body of Indians.  Don't you know me?" asked the hunter.

"What--Rochford!" exclaimed the captain, grasping his hand.  "I am truly
glad to see you.  Your coming thus at once proves that you are innocent
of the grave charge brought against you."

"I am certainly innocent of any intention of acting wrongly, though I
confess that I have allowed myself to be deceived in the character of
those it was my honest desire to assist.  I cannot, however, at present
enter into particulars, nor tell you how I obtained the information I
possess.  It must be sufficient for you to know that I heard of your
having occupied this fort, and also that you are very likely to be hard
pressed for want of provisions.  I therefore resolved to come and put
you on your guard, and, if possible, not to appear empty-handed.  I was
fortunate enough to kill this deer at no great distance from the fort,
as I was making my way towards it.  Tell me, of what am I accused,
besides having gone away to acquaint myself with the Redskin natives of
the country?"

"You are accused of carrying off my sister Juanita; and I, for one,
believe that you had a hand in the matter, whatever you may say to the
contrary!" exclaimed Carlos, stepping forward and making a threatening
gesture at Rochford.

"What is that you say?" exclaimed Rochford, with a look of unfeigned
astonishment, while deep emotion was visible in his countenance.  "On my
word of honour, I am guiltless of any such act; and I say so,
notwithstanding the language you use, young sir.  When was your sister
carried off; and how came it that those who should have protected her
were not more careful?"

My father, not allowing Carlos to reply, gave the particulars to
Rochford.

"I was at the time far away south," he answered.  "Had I been in the
neighbourhood, I should probably have heard of the occurrence from the
Indians, who had treated me with courtesy and confidence.  It is only
since they have been guilty of many acts of atrocity that I have
separated myself from them.  I told them that I would remain their
friend, and do my utmost to defend and advance their cause, if they
would act justly, and if resolved on war, would carry it on according to
the customs of the civilised nations of the earth.  But when I found
that they had begun to massacre the unarmed and defenceless people, and
had scalped those they had slain in fight, I told them that I could no
longer remain their friend.  To do them justice, they replied that I was
at liberty to act as I judged right; and far from attempting to injure
me, they allowed me to go wherever I chose."

"I fully believe your account, Mr. Rochford; and I hope my nephew will
apologise for his hasty words, or I will do so for him," answered my
father.

Carlos turned aside, muttering something which I did not overhear.
Rochford, however, took no further notice of what Carlos had said, and
seemed satisfied with the welcome which the rest of the party, including
Lejoillie, gave him.  We had, however, but little time for conversation.
As a large body of the enemy was approaching the fort, it was necessary
at once to make preparations for their reception.  The captain addressed
a few words of encouragement to the garrison, telling them what he had
heard, and urging them to hold out bravely, expressing his confidence
that we should drive back the Indians, however numerous they might be.
Ammunition was then served out, and each man went to his station to
await the attack, which, from the intelligence brought by Rochford, we
believed might at any moment be commenced.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

THE LULL BEFORE THE STORM--ADVANCING TO THE ATTACK--THE ENGAGEMENT--WORK
FOR MARKSMEN--TIM'S SHOT--A CAPTURE--ROCHFORD UNDERTAKES A PERILOUS
ENTERPRISE--A HUNTING EXPEDITION--OUR SUCCESS--WE GO BACK TO THE FORT--
SPOTTED WOLF JOINS THE PARTY--ENCAMPED FOR THE NIGHT--LEJOILLIE NODS
DURING HIS WATCH--AN ADVENTURE--THE INDIAN DISAPPEARS WITH OUR HORSE--
SUPPLYING THE GARRISON WITH PROVISIONS--CARLOS'S SUSPICIONS CONFIRMED--
THE PARTING--REDUCED TO EXTREMITY--PREPARATIONS FOR RETREAT--THE WOUNDED
SOLDIER--DEATH OF THE TROOPER--THE MARCH COMMENCED.

An unusual silence appeared to reign in the woods surrounding the fort;
even the birds, whose notes were wont to be heard, were silent.  The sun
had already risen above the tops of the trees, and shone down with
intense force into the confined space which enclosed us.  Not a breath
of air stirred the leaves.  It seemed as if all nature had gone to
sleep.  The sentries paced up and down on the platforms, watching on
either side, for it was impossible to say on which the Indians would
make their threatened attack.  I asked Rochford if he did not think,
after all, that they had changed their minds, and would not venture
near.

"I am very sure that they have not," he answered.  "They know that you
are but ill supplied with provisions and ammunition; besides which, they
have vowed that they will drive all the Palefaces into the sea, and
their late success in destroying a large detachment has encouraged them
to continue their efforts to liberate their country.  I acknowledge that
they are vain, for they are ignorant of the vast resources we possess,
and fancy that the power of the whites is represented by the few
hundreds of troops which they have seen.  It would have been more
merciful if the United States Government had sent an overwhelming force,
which would have rendered resistance impossible.  But even had ten times
as many troops as are at present in Florida been employed, they could
have proceeded but slowly in a country covered in all directions with
impenetrable thickets and swamps; and unless good roads are cut, the war
will not be brought to a close for many a year to come.  Meantime, both
white men and natives will suffer cruelly.  The great object should be
to show the Indians that the whites must conquer at last, and that is
what I have endeavoured to do; but the Redskins declare that the country
is their own, that they have right on their side, and that the Palefaces
will be the first to get tired."

While we were speaking, one of the men on guard shouted, "Here they
come!"

On springing on to the platform, we could see a large body of men, some
on foot, others on horseback; besides which, we could make out many more
emerging from a wood to the north-west.  They halted, apparently
surprised at our numbers, as they saw the heads of our men appearing
above the stockade; for, with the exception of the sentries, all had
hurried over to the side towards which they were approaching.  The enemy
were deceived in another way, by supposing that we should only fire down
upon them over the stockade, whereas the lower portion under the
platform was well loopholed.  After holding a short consultation, during
which not a sound reached our ears, they again advanced, led on by their
chiefs, uttering the most fearful yells and shrieks.  I had often heard
of the Indian war-whoop, but I little knew, until now, the extraordinary
power of which the human voice is capable when excited by rage and the
desire to inspire terror into the hearts of enemies.  I confess that I
should have been not a little alarmed had I not known what effect our
bullets would soon produce on the advancing foe.

"Shout as ye like, ye yelpin' savages," cried Tim, who was standing near
me; "it won't make one of us wink an eye, an' we'll soon send ye to the
rightabout when you get within range of our rifles."

A few of the chiefs now dashed forward, flourishing their spears, but
quickly retreated behind the warriors on foot, who advanced rapidly
towards the fort.  Captain Norton, as they approached, ordered us all to
jump down from the platform and take our posts at the loopholes, whence
we could pour a deadly fire on the ranks of the Indians, while we
ourselves would be under cover.  No sooner was the order given to fire
than we began blazing away.  The enemy, little expecting the reception
they met with, had fancied they could get close up to the foot of the
stockade, and climb over without opposition.

Our men had been ordered not to throw a shot away.  They fully carried
out their instructions.  At the very first discharge fully a dozen
Indians were either killed or wounded.  Staggered by this warm reception
they halted, when again their chiefs cried out to them to advance, which
they did after discharging a shower of bullets and arrows.  The former
came pinging against the thick posts which formed the stockade; the
latter flew over our heads and fell into the fort, without, however,
injuring any one.  Half of the garrison only had fired; the remainder at
once took their places, while the first party reloaded.  We were thus
able to keep up a successive fusillade, which evidently greatly
astonished our foes.  Still they continued to assail us with their
missiles, both from fire-arms and bows; and with remarkable courage they
again rushed on to the assault.  We let them approach until they were
close up to the stockade, when we once more opened so withering a fire
that few made the attempt to climb up, and those who did quickly dropped
down, either with cloven heads or hands well-nigh chopped off.  The
whole force, apparently seeing that they had no chance of getting into
the fort, hurriedly retreated, dragging away, as they did so, the bodies
of the slain.

Our men cheered, under the belief that we had won the victory; but the
Indians, though they had abandoned the assault for the moment, did not
consider themselves defeated, and halting as soon as they had got beyond
the range of our rifles, once more faced about.  From their costumes and
wild appearance Captain Norton declared that they were not Seminoles,
but probably some of the allies who had, it was said, lately joined the
rebels from the north.  Such, certainly, were the chiefs on horseback;
who now, having again arranged their men, and encouraged them to renewed
exertions, dashed on towards us at full speed, waving their lances and
shrieking at the top of their voices.

"Let them play that trick as long as they like," cried the captain.
"Wait until some of them get near enough, then bring down their horses.
It will require a good shot to kill the riders; but if their steeds
fall, we can easily capture them, and they would be of the greatest use
to us.  However, do not throw a shot away, and wait patiently until they
come near.  Perhaps they think our ammunition is exhausted; and if they
find we don't fire, they may come close up to the stockade."

The captain's orders were strictly obeyed.  The warriors continued
wheeling round and round, now advancing, now retreating, but still
keeping at a respectful distance from the fort.  At length they got so
near, it seemed to me that we might have knocked over the whole of them.
Captain Norton, however, did not allow us to fire.  This, as may be
expected, made them still bolder, and at length they came sweeping on at
full speed, shaking their spears and shouting defiance, till they got
within fifty yards of us.

"Now give it them, lads!" exclaimed Captain Norton.


As we had but a limited supply of ammunition, only such men as were
looked upon as the best shots had been told off to fire.  Among these
was Tim, near whom I was standing.  He was the first to draw trigger,
and so sure was his aim that he shot the horse of one of the chiefs
through the head.  Down came the animal on its rider, over whom it
rolled, crushing his leg, and preventing him from rising.  The rest of
the chiefs, however, throwing themselves over the sides of their horses,
so as to be completely concealed, galloped off like the wind, and as far
as I could see, not a man or horse was hit.

"Now, lads, let's get hold of that fellow before he gets on his feet,"
cried Tim; and, jumping over the stockade, followed by three other men,
he ran towards the prostrate chief, who in vain, flourishing his spear,
called on his companions to rescue him.  Finding that none of them
returned, he made a desperate lunge with his spear at Tim, who, however,
leaping on one side, warded it off with the butt of his rifle, and dealt
the Indian a blow on the head which rendered him incapable of further
resistance.  The Irishman and his companions then seized the
nearly-stunned warrior by the shoulders, and dragged him to the gate of
the fort.  It being opened for their reception, all in another minute
were safe within, and the gate again closed.

Our captive soon recovered his senses, and looked about like a wild
beast when it finds itself in a cage, seeking for some means of escape.
His countenance fell when he saw the strong palisades and the number of
armed men by whom he was surrounded.  He, however, showed no other signs
of fear, and appeared to resign himself to his fate, expecting,
apparently, that he would at once be put to death.  Captain Norton, who
spoke the language of the Seminoles with perfect ease, inquired why he
and his companions had attacked the fort.

"Because the desire of the red men is to drive their enemies the
Palefaces out of the country, and regain their rightful heritage,"
answered the chief.

"But you and your people have signed a treaty agreeing to leave the
country in possession of the United States Government, and you have
broken that treaty by remaining and attacking the whites."

"The treaty was signed by traitors, and could not be binding on the rest
of the people," answered the Indian.  "We have once more dug up the
war-hatchet, and have resolved to regain our own.  I have spoken.  You
have me in your power; my life is in your hands; do as you list."

"Do you wish to live or die?" asked Captain Norton, detecting less
confidence in the Indian's tone than his words, of which I give a very
meagre translation, appeared to exhibit.

"Black Hawk has no desire to die.  He has many in his lodges who would
mourn his loss," was the answer.

"Your life is in your own hands, then," answered Captain Norton.  "If
you will promise to render us faithful service, you shall live, and
obtain an ample reward, with which you can return to your own and
gladden the hearts of your squaw and children."

The Indian's countenance brightened, and Captain Norton at once saw that
in spite of his boastful bearing he would be easily tempted to act any
part required.

"Our desire is to make the red men our friends, and we have no wish to
induce you to betray your people: but we require information, and if you
have the power of giving it, and will enable us to attain our object, we
shall be content," said the captain.

"What is it the white chief desires to know?" asked Black Hawk.

"One of the daughters of the Palefaces was carried off some weeks ago by
your people.  Is she residing anywhere in this neighbourhood; and if so,
will Black Hawk undertake to restore her to those to whom she desires to
return?" said Captain Norton.

The Indian, for some time, made no reply to this question.  He was
apparently considering how he should act.  Should he be unable to assist
us, or refuse to do so, he would lose his reward, and perhaps be put to
death.  At last he answered:--

"Black Hawk wishes to serve those who have saved his life.  He cannot do
so if his own people suspect that he has allied himself to their foes.
The daughter of the Paleface chief is alive, and living in the lodges of
our great chief Oceola, where she was brought some time back.  It is
said that he desires to wed the damsel, but that she has refused to
become his bride, and that he is unable to compel her."

"So far what you tell us is satisfactory," observed Captain Norton.
"Can you conduct a party to the lodges of your chief, so that the
damsel, should she desire it, may return to her home?"

"The undertaking would be difficult and dangerous," observed the Indian.
"Still, if the white chief wills it, Black Hawk will go; but it would
be certain destruction to all those who might form the party, should
Oceola discover the attempt made to carry off his intended bride."

Rochford had been an attentive listener to this conversation, of which I
give only a few particulars as they were interpreted to me.  He had been
sufficiently long with the Indians to understand the greater part of the
conversation.

"If Miss Kearney be held captive in the lodges of the Seminole chief, I
will undertake to bear any message to her which her uncle or brother
desires to send, and endeavour, should she be willing to accompany me,
to escort her to her family," he said.  "I have the means of
communicating with the Indians in all parts of the country; and in spite
of dangers and difficulties, I am sanguine of success."

"But should the Indians find out that you have communicated with us,
they will look upon you as an enemy to their cause, and will probably
detain you, if they do not take your life," observed my father.
"Anxious as I am to recover my niece, I think it right to point out to
you the danger you incur."

"I have considered all the difficulties, Captain Kearney, and I count
them as nothing compared to the object to be attained," answered
Rochford.  "I would set out this very day, but I think it is of
importance to know whether our late assailants have taken their
departure; for should I fall into their hands, they might detain me
until Black Hawk was delivered up to them; or, should they think him
killed, they might take my life in revenge for his in spite of Oceola's
safe-conduct.  Besides, I am very sure that you require a larger supply
of provisions than you now possess; and as none of your party can with
prudence venture far from the fort, I propose spending a day in hunting.
I have a sufficient reason for this, as I have greater hopes of being
able to conduct Miss Kearney to this fort than I have to reach her
father's house; and if you are compelled to abandon the fort for want of
provisions, my plan would be defeated."

Both Captain Norton and my father agreed to Rochford's proposals, but it
was a question whether the Indians could be trusted.  They might prove
faithful, but it was more likely that they would play him some
treacherous trick.  He, however, was not to be turned from his purpose.
On hearing of his intended hunting expedition, Tim volunteered to
accompany him; and I, after a considerable amount of persuasion, induced
my father to let me go also.  Rochford, having thought over the matter,
consented to accept our assistance, believing that he could be
answerable for our safety.  It was impossible that so large a body of
Indians could move through the country without leaving a well-defined
trail, and we should thus be able to ascertain the direction they had
taken, and to keep out of their way.  Both Tim and I, having so long
lived in the wilds, were well able also to take care of ourselves; and
we promised not to go farther from the fort than was necessary to reach
the ground where game was to be found.

Rochford promised to leave his dog behind him, as not only might its
trail be discovered, but, though the animal was useful in many respects,
it was not required for deer-shooting.  A small party like ours was much
more likely to escape observation than a large one, so that we hoped to
get back to the fort without difficulty.

Taking with us an ample supply of ammunition, and some cooked food to
prevent the necessity of lighting a fire, we set out a short time before
daybreak, so that, should any of the Indians by chance be approaching
the fort, our departure might not be discovered.  Rochford led, followed
by Tim and me in Indian file, we all three keeping our eyes around us,
and our ears open for any sounds which might show the presence of an
enemy.  We had reached the thicker part of the forest by the time the
bright streaks in the east announced the rising of the sun.  We soon
discovered a track made by the deer on their passage to a neighbouring
pool.  Rochford stationed Tim and me behind some thick bushes where we
could lie concealed and have a good chance of shooting a couple of the
animals on their passage to or from the water; while he carefully
explored the country farther to the north, to ascertain whether the
Indians, as he supposed was the case, had really gone in that direction.
It was truly hunting under difficulties.  Should any Indians be near,
the sound of our shots would reach them, and it would be no easy matter
to conceal ourselves from their keen eyes, which would discover the
trail we could not avoid making.  However, we had not waited long, when
a fine stag, followed by two does, came walking leisurely along, little
suspecting the fate awaiting them.  Tim fired, and knocked over the
stag, while I killed one of the does.  The other was bounding off, when
Tim brought her down with his second barrel.

Delighted at our success, we rushed out, eager to secure our prey,
forgetting altogether the possibility that enemies might be in the
neighbourhood.  We were busily employed in clearing out the inside of
the deer, so that we might the more easily carry them, when I heard a
sound among the trees a little distance off.  Both Tim and I, having
reloaded our rifles, retreated behind the bushes from which we had
emerged, and knelt down, ready to defend ourselves against any enemy who
might appear.  Our minds were soon relieved, however, as we saw Rochford
step out from the brushwood.  He looked somewhat astonished at seeing
the three deer on the ground, and greeted us heartily, as we presented
ourselves, on our success.  He was satisfied, he told us, that we might
continue our hunting, as he had discovered the Indian trail leading due
north, and had no doubt that the party had been summoned by Oceola to
proceed in that direction.  Having packed up the venison so that we
might carry it, we secured it to the boughs of a tree, and continued our
search for more deer.  We were fortunate enough to kill three or four
others in the course of the morning.

As it was necessary to convey the venison to the fort without delay, we
set off, each loaded with as much as he could carry, intending to return
with a horse and a couple of men for the remainder.  Our arrival was
hailed with infinite satisfaction by our friends, and Lejoillie and
another man volunteered at once to accompany us.  Spotted Wolf, seeing
us about to set off, begged that he might also go.  As he had come into
our camp voluntarily, it was difficult to refuse him without showing
that we suspected his honesty.  On perceiving that Captain Norton
hesitated, he declared that he was as willing to remain as to go; but he
thought that he might be of service in assisting to obtain game, and
that he had another reason for offering to join the party.
Notwithstanding the suspicions which had been entertained of him,
somewhat to my surprise Captain Norton consented.

"We shall have to repent it, depend upon that," said Carlos.  "I should
like to go too, for the sake of keeping my eye on him; but Uncle Michael
says he won't allow me.  He has the right to permit you to run any risk,
but he has to answer for my safety to my father.  Still, I advise you to
watch him narrowly; and do not scruple to shoot the fellow should he
show any inclination to play you a treacherous trick."

I replied that I could not undertake to shoot the man, but should watch
him as far as I had the power.

After Rochford, Tim, and I had taken some food and rested, we set out
with our fresh companions.  We were again successful.  In the evening we
agreed to camp out, hoping to kill the next morning as much deer as we
and the horse could carry together.  Lejoillie was in high spirits, his
volubility contrasting with Rochford's taciturnity.  We camped in the
centre of a wood, so that the flames of our fire might be concealed; and
we took good care to examine the neighbourhood, to ascertain that no one
was concealed there.  We had, of course, an abundance of venison for
supper.  Having finished our meal, we lay down to rest, Lejoillie
volunteering to keep the first watch.  I was to have the second, and
Rochford and Tim the third and fourth; for we did not invite the Indian
and the other men to keep guard.  We lay down as close to the fire as we
could, that the smoke might assist in keeping off the mosquitoes and
other stinging insects.  Spotted Wolf, observing that he was indifferent
as to their bites, rolled himself up in a blanket which had been given
him at the fort, and lay down a short distance off, at the foot of the
nearest tree.  I remember, as I closed my eyes, seeing Lejoillie walking
up and down, his rifle in his hand, now approaching the horse, which was
tethered close at hand, at a spot where the grass was abundant, now
taking a look at the Indian, who appeared to be sound asleep.  It seemed
to me not a minute after my eyes had been shut that I heard Lejoillie's
voice rousing me to keep my watch.  The fire was lower than I expected
to find it.  I asked him why he had not kept it up.

"Better not to have more blaze than we can help," he answered.  "It is
just possible, too, that I may have dozed for a moment while I sat down
against a tree.  However, no harm is done; and I will now finish my
nap."  Saying this, he threw himself on the ground in the place I had
just left vacant.

"I suspect that our friends, as you also, will thank me for putting some
more sticks on the fire," I observed.  "The smoke will help to drive off
the mosquitoes, which have been biting abominably; and I heard them
buzzing round my ears the moment you called me."

I found by my watch that Lejoillie had allowed nearly an hour to pass
since he ought to have aroused me, and that I should in consequence have
but a short time to stand sentry.  Taking up my rifle, I determined to
be more wakeful than he had been.  I stepped towards where Spotted Wolf
was lying.  He appeared to me to be sleeping soundly, with his head
covered up in his blanket, and his feet thrust into a heap of leaves.
The horse was farther off than it had been before, and I supposed that
Lejoillie had shifted its tether so as to allow it to obtain more grass.
I continued pacing up and down, now and then stopping to throw a few
more sticks on the fire.  The stars shone bright overhead, but there was
no moon, and the lean-tos threw a dark shadow over the ground around, so
that, except when the flames burst up, I could distinguish nothing
clearly at any distance from the camp.  The usual sounds which were wont
to reach our ears during darkness in the forest were alone heard: the
screeching of some night-bird, the croaking of frogs, the burr and buzz
of insects innumerable, and occasionally a rustling among the dry
palmetto leaves, which I knew was probably produced by a rattlesnake.  I
was thankful when I saw that it was time to call up Rochford.  While I
was arousing him, I thought I heard the sound of a horse moving rapidly
over the ground.

"Hark!"  I exclaimed, "can that be our horse which has got loose?"  We
both looked in the direction where we had last seen the animal, but it
was nowhere visible.

"It has got loose somehow or other.  We must try to catch it," cried
Rochford.

Before I followed him, I sprang forward to where I supposed the Indian
was sleeping.  I lifted the blanket,--a heap of leaves alone was beneath
it.  He was gone.  There could be no doubt that he had carried off the
horse.  We might as well try to overtake a fleet deer as to attempt to
catch him on foot.  I shouted to Rochford, fearing that he might be led
too far from the camp to be able to regain it.

"Spotted Wolf has escaped, and has gone off with the horse!"  I cried
out.


My voice aroused our sleeping companions, who sprang to their feet.
Fortunately Rochford had heard me, and came back.  We at once held a
consultation as to what was to be done.  It was the general opinion that
Spotted Wolf would rejoin our late assailants, and probably bring them
down upon us.  We therefore agreed to load ourselves with the venison,
and set off at once for the fort.  Lejoillie was very much ashamed of
himself, as it was evident that the Indian had made his preparations for
escaping while he had been dozing.  The stars served to guide us, and
although we frequently stumbled over logs of wood and branches, we
managed to get some distance before daylight.  We then pushed on as fast
as our weary legs and heavy loads would allow us.

Our friends were very much surprised at seeing us arrive without the
horse.

"I thought so!" exclaimed Carlos, when we told of the Indian's flight.
"I knew that fellow was trying to play us a trick from the first; and he
would have done so before now, had we not kept a watchful eye on him."

We brought venison enough to last a couple of days, or even longer on
short commons, provided we could manage to dry it in the sun or smoke
it.

Rochford told me that he had resolved to set out immediately, and make
his way to the lodges of Oceola.  Captain Norton, on hearing of his
determination, though anxious to recover my cousin, saw clearly the
danger our friend would run, especially since the spy had made his
escape, and coming into the hut where we were standing, spoke earnestly
to him on the subject.

"Spotted Wolf will tell the Redskins that you have been with us," he
said.  "They, of course, considering that we are their enemies, will
treat you very differently to what they might previously have done."

"I am fully prepared for every danger I may have to encounter," answered
Rochford, as he took the captain's hand; "but I have resolved, at the
risk of my life, to restore Juanita to her family, if she be willing to
intrust herself to my care.  I have become acquainted with Oceola, and
know him to be as generous as he is brave, although he may not have been
able to restrain his followers from committing the cruel and sanguinary
deeds of which they have been guilty.  We shall meet again, I trust, ere
long; and if not, those here will know that I have fallen in a righteous
cause."

Captain Norton, on receiving this reply, no longer endeavoured to
dissuade Rochford from his enterprise.  "I believe that your plan, from
its boldness, is more likely to succeed than any I can devise," he
answered.  "Go; and may success crown your efforts!"

Rochford's dog, which stood by, looked up into its master's face, as if
asking leave to accompany him.

"Yes, my faithful Rob," he said, patting the animal's head, "I will not
leave you behind this time.  You have already saved my life, and will, I
know, keep a careful watch over my solitary camp at night."

Having bade us all farewell, and wrung his cousin's hand for the last
time, Rochford, followed by Rob, hastened from the fort, and was soon
lost to sight among the trees.

We remained for the next two days, in the hope of receiving information
from the commandant of Fort King; but neither of the two trusty scouts
who had been despatched thither returned.  At last our provisions had
come so nearly to an end that Captain Norton considered, unless we could
obtain a fresh supply, it would be necessary to proceed there at once.
Had Spotted Wolf not deserted us, we might have sent out a hunting party
in the neighbourhood; but as it was thought that he would to a certainty
give information to our enemies, and that they would in all probability
return and cut off any small party outside the fort, arrangements were
made for recommencing the march.  Our chief difficulty in a forced
march, such as we intended to make, was to convey the wounded man, the
sole survivor of the massacred party we had discovered.  A strong litter
had been prepared, and several men had volunteered to carry him.  He
had, however, made no progress towards recovery, and the evening before
we were to start he was evidently worse.

Tim, who had assisted my father in doctoring him, entered the little
room appropriated to the officers.  "I am afraid, sir, that Mike Dillon
is going to slip through our fingers after all," he said.  "He has asked
to see you and the captain, but I fear, by the time you get to him,
he'll have little power to say anything."

On receiving this summons, we hastened to the hut, where, on a rough
pallet, lay the wounded trooper.  His eyes turned towards us as we
entered.

"The Indians have done for me, gentlemen; and I want to thank you for
the care you have taken of a poor fellow," he gasped out.  "If any of
you get back, and ever visit Philadelphia, I would ask you as a favour
to visit my poor mother, Widow Dillon, and tell her how I came to my
end.  Give her my love, and say I died in the hope that she would
forgive me for the trouble I had caused her."  His words grew fainter as
he spoke.

Captain Norton promised that he would carry out his request; and in a
few minutes after the young soldier breathed his last.

We buried him that night, just outside the fort, not far from where its
former defenders lay.  We none of us could tell how soon we might share
his fate.  Captain Norton, well aware of the dangers to which we should
be exposed, charged the scouts to keep a vigilant look-out, so as to
avoid being led into an ambush, or surprised in any other way.

Next morning, no messenger having arrived from Fort King, or from any
other direction, we commenced our march.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

DIFFICULTIES OF THE JOURNEY--DISCOVERY OF WILD BEES--IN SIGHT OF FORT
KING--A WARM RECEPTION--THE FLAG OF TRUCE--WITH FRIENDS--AN
EXPLANATION--A SAD STORY--DETAINED BY THE COMMANDANT--THE BLACK
MESSENGER--NEWS FROM OUR FRIEND--JUANITA DISCOVERED--WE SET OFF TO JOIN
ROCHFORD--CAMP--POMPEY MISTRUSTED--A <DW64> ENCAMPMENT--LOST IN THE
FORESTS--A WELCOME CHALLENGE--HOW TO ACT FOR THE BEST--ON THE TRAIL--WE
COME UP WITH THE REDSKINS--A HASTY DEED--FATE OF SPOTTED WOLF--
PARTICULARS OF ROCHFORD'S CAPTURE--FORWARD TO THE RESCUE.

Eager as we were to reach Fort King, we made but slow progress, owing to
the nature of the country.  The men grumbled as they found their feet
torn by the short palmetto which grew everywhere over the ground,
frequently inflicting very disagreeable wounds on their almost bare
legs.  The sun moreover beat down with intense force on our heads; while
in many places, as we tramped over the sandy tract, we were surrounded
by clouds of dust, which prevented us from seeing to any distance on
either side.  Frequently we came to swampy ponds, to avoid which we had
to make a wide circuit; for though they were not deep, it would have
been impossible to have waded through them.  As, however, we had scouts
out both ahead and on either flank, we ran but little risk, while
marching through the open country, of being surprised; and whenever we
approached a wood, or mass of the tall saw-grass which fringed the
ponds, the dogs were sent forward to ascertain whether or not an enemy
lay in ambush under their cover.  We soon also felt the want of
provisions.  The very scanty stock we had brought with us from the
block-house was rapidly exhausted, and no large game of any description
was to be met with on the prairie, the Indians having driven off or
killed all the wild cattle, while the deer had retreated to the cover of
the woods.  We should soon have exhausted our ammunition had we
continued to pop away at the wild-ducks and plovers which rose from the
ponds; besides which, the captain had given strict orders that no shots
should be fired, lest the sound might be heard by any of the bands of
Indians prowling in the vicinity, who thus might have been induced, on
discovering the smallness of our party, to attack us.  Captain Norton
was anxious, if possible, to avoid an encounter with the enemy; for
although we might have succeeded in driving them off, it would have been
almost impossible to have carried the wounded with us, and they would
have had to be left behind to die of starvation, or to be scalped and
killed by the Indians.  We passed several ponds, but the water was so
brackish that it could not be drunk, and we therefore suffered
dreadfully from thirst.  Our experience showed us what an army has to
endure marching across a desert region.

The day wore on, and still we were a long way from our destination.  The
prairie was bordered on our right side by a thick forest.  Besides the
short palmetto, the ground in many places was covered with papaw, or
custard apple, on which grew a profusion of party- blossoms,
while in other places numerous flowers of various hues appeared among
the grass.  At first I had scarcely noticed the countless bees which
were feeding on them; but Black Hawk, who was marching in front, with a
guard on either side keeping a strict watch over him, pointed towards an
enormous pine-tree which grew somewhat in advance of a line of timber,
and I saw that the bees as they rose, laden with honey, directed their
course towards it.  He addressed a few words to the captain, who
observed--

"Our Indian friend tells me that we shall find an abundance of honey in
yonder tree, if we will take the trouble to gather it.  We must,
however, be careful, while we are so employed, that he does not give us
the slip, and that no enemies are concealed within the wood, who might
rush out and surprise us."

We, eager to satisfy our hunger, at once directed our course towards the
tree.  As we approached, we observed countless bees swarming around the
lower branches, which were thickly studded with honeycombs.  A halt was
ordered, and a strict search being made in the wood to ascertain if any
Indians were concealed within, we piled arms.  The men were then
directed to gather wood for fires, while some of the best climbers
prepared to ascend the tree and gather the coveted honey.  The fires
being lit under the branches, the smoke rising either suffocated the
bees or drove them off to a distance; when wedges being driven into the
trunk, steps were formed to enable the climbers to reach the combs.
They took the precaution of covering their heads with handkerchiefs,
leaving only two small holes through which they could see.  No one was
inclined to be longer about the task than was absolutely necessary, as,
in spite of their precautions, they did not escape without several
stings.  In a short time they descended, each man laden with combs of
various sizes.  Other combs were found on the branches of trees in the
immediate neighbourhood, and altogether honey enough was found to feed
the whole party.  The comb and the honey were eaten together.  While it
stopped the pangs of hunger, it seemed also wonderfully nutritious.
Alone, the honey might not have afforded us sufficient nourishment, but
our guide told us that at a short distance off we would come upon an
opening in which grew an enormous quantity of cabbage-palms.  A party
was sent to procure them, and before dark they returned with a
sufficient supply for all hands.  As the bees were likely to revenge
themselves should we remain in their neighbourhood, we advanced a short
distance, and encamped in a small clump of pines, from which we could
see the approach of an enemy, and defend ourselves should we be
attacked.  No Indians, however, came near us, nor was any trail
discovered in the neighbourhood; and the next day, weary and footsore,
with our trousers well-nigh torn off our legs, we came in sight of Fort
King.  On our right were several buildings.  As we got up to them, we
found that the houses were roofless, shattered, and blackened, while
near them were the remains of what was once a large store.  It was
pretty evident that the work of destruction had been performed by
Indians.

We were advancing in full expectation of a hearty welcome, when a bullet
whistled past the captain's ear.

"Can the Redskins have captured the fort?" he exclaimed, ordering a
halt.

"It looks like it," observed my father.  "We had better ascertain how
matters stand before we go nearer.  We are not prepared to assault the
place if the enemy hold it in force.  But if you will follow the advice
of an old soldier, we will beat a retreat before we lose any of our
number.  I will go forward with a flag of truce.  I don't know whether
the Indians will respect it; but if I see anything suspicious, I will be
careful not to allow them to take a steady aim at me."

On hearing this, I begged my father to allow me to go instead, but this
he refused.  Tim then offered to go, but my father firmly persisted in
keeping to his resolution.

Mounting one of the horses, which had hitherto been led in the rear to
keep them fresh for necessary work, he fastened a flag at the end of a
ramrod, and, while we halted, rode rapidly forwards, waving it over his
head in a way which would distract the aim of any one firing at him.

I anxiously watched his progress, expecting to see him wheel round and
gallop back to us; but presently, to our great satisfaction, the gate of
the fort opened, and an officer, followed by several men, came out.

"It's all right," cried Captain Norton, giving the word to advance, and
in a few minutes we were shaking hands with the commandant of the fort.
On the captain asking why we had been fired at, he was told that the
musket had been discharged by one of the sentries--of course, an
Irishman!--who had mistaken us for a band of Red Indians.

"I am glad my worthy countryman was not a better shot," said my father,
"or one of the best officers in the service would have been lost to his
country."

"We have no best officers among us; we are all excellent," observed
Captain Norton, laughing; "and I hope our friend Pat won't be punished
for being a bad shot."

The commandant had a sad account to give us.  A few days before, the
general commanding the forces in Florida, with several officers, had
been incautiously dining at the settlement we had just passed.  Not an
enemy was supposed to be in the neighbourhood.  The evening had been
spent pleasantly, and the guests were preparing to retire to their
homes, either in the settlement or in the fort, when a loud war-whoop
was heard, and a shower of bullets came rattling into their midst.
Nearly the whole were shot down at once.  Two or three managed to escape
to the fort, aided by the darkness of night; but the Indians, springing
on the remainder of the survivors, struck them to the ground, and
carried off their scalps.  The garrison had been afraid to fire for fear
of wounding friends as well as foes.  The Indians did not lose a man.

The garrison of the fort having been greatly weakened, the commandant
expressed his satisfaction at our arrival, and at once informed Captain
Norton that he must detain him and his men for the defence of the place.
This, though a necessary measure, completely disconcerted all our plans
for the discovery of my young cousin.  My father, Lejoillie, Tim, and I,
not being citizens, were at liberty to go if we liked.  The commandant
also did not insist on detaining Carlos, should he desire to return home
or to continue the prosecution of our undertaking.  The fort was amply
supplied with provisions; and as there was a well within it, there was
little fear of the garrison, even if besieged by the red men, being
compelled to give in.  Still, their limited numbers prevented them
moving to any distance without the greatest risk of being cut off, as
other parties had been.

We now much regretted that Rochford had left us, as from the knowledge
he had obtained of the country, we might, under his guidance, have been
enabled to recover Juanita.

We were all this time, I should have said, very anxious about my uncle
and his party, for no tidings had been received of him; and being as
much exposed as those who had been massacred, he ran the risk of sharing
the same fate.

We had spent some days in inactivity.  All this time my poor young
cousin might be exposed to the greatest danger, and yet we were unable
to devise a plan for rescuing her.

Finding my sleeping-place very hot, I had one morning turned out at
daybreak, and was taking a turn on the gallery, or rather platform,
above the stockade, when I caught sight of a person approaching the
fort.  I soon saw that he was a black, and that he was waving a white
handkerchief at the end of a stick.  The nearer he approached the more
he waved, evidently not satisfied with the appearance of things.  I
looked round to see that none of the sentries were taking aim at the
man.  It struck me at once that he might be a messenger from Rochford.
I hastened down to the gate to receive him.  I was not mistaken.

"Me Pompey; bring message from Massa Rochford to de young white massa.
You he, I guess," he said.

"I have no doubt that Mr. Rochford has sent to my father or me, as we
are friends of his.  I am anxious to hear what you have to say," I
replied.

"It dis," said Pompey, trying to look very grave; "Massa Rochford found
out whar de young missie is stayin'.  He talk to her, an' she ready to
come.  Massa Rochford say if he had 'osses he bring her 'way, but
oderwise he fear dey bof get caught; so he stop in a wood not far from
deir lodges, whar no Indians find him.  He stay dar till de young massa
and captain come wid de 'osses, den he get de white girl an' carry her
'way all safe.  Massa understand what Pompey say?"

"Very clearly; but how are we to find the place where Mr. Rochford is
hiding?"  I asked.

"Pompey him show you, massa; him come on purpose," said the black.

"How long will it take to get there?"  I asked.

The black began to count on his fingers, with a knowing look.

"Maybe two days, maybe free, accordin' to circumstances; maybe only one,
if 'osses go quick--but den Pompey not keep up an' show de way."

"Come in, Pompey, and you shall explain what you have told me to Captain
Norton and my father, and I have no doubt that they will agree to Mr.
Rochford's proposal."

Neither of them had turned out, but I roused them up, as there was no
time to be lost.  On hearing the information Pompey had brought, they at
once went to the commandant and laid the matter before him.  He
consented to allow us to take the horses we had brought to the fort,
with two or three others if we required them.  I did not expect that he
would give permission to Captain Norton to go; but the captain pressed
him so hard that he at length consented, provided my father, who had
been unwell for some days, would consent to remain.  To this my father
consented, fearing that if he went he might break down on the way, and
be unable to proceed.  It was finally arranged that Captain Norton,
Carlos, Tim, and I, under the guidance of Pompey, should set out on our
four best horses, with two led ones for Juanita and Rochford.  The black
declined mounting, declaring that he had never ridden a horse, but that
he would keep the lead on foot.  As soon as he had taken some food and a
short rest we set out.  He showed by his activity that he was well able
to perform his promise.  When, however, he got out of sight of the fort,
he stopped and said--

"Pompey guess he might stick on de 'oss, an' den we go faster."  Without
waiting for a reply, he sprang into the saddle, and from the way in
which he sat showed that he was as well accustomed to riding as any of
us.  Where the ground would allow he took the lead in fine style.  Away
we went, allowing no ordinary impediments to hinder us.

"Take care that fellow doesn't play us a trick," observed Captain
Norton.

"I feel pretty sure he is trustworthy.  He merely feels in good spirits
at riding, instead of having to use his legs," I replied.

We were obliged to stop to water the horses at a pool we had come to,
for fear that there would be no water farther on.  Soon after this we
reached the borders of a wood, when, darkness coming on, we were
compelled to halt for the night.  We kept a double watch, two of us
guarding the horses, while the other two slept.  We allowed Pompey to
sleep the whole time, as he required rest, and we thought it as well not
to put implicit trust in him.

Next day our progress was slower, as we were unwilling to tire our
horses, in the belief that they would be required before long to gallop
as fast as their legs could carry them; besides which, the country was
much more difficult to traverse than on the previous part of the
journey, there being swamps, and woods, and sandy tracts, besides
occasionally large pools, in our course.  Pompey, who evidently knew the
country well, assured us that we should reach Rochford's hiding-place by
dark.  Trusting to his assertion that there were no Indians in the
neighbourhood, we ventured to dismount near a pool to kill a sufficient
number of ducks to serve us for food.  We had brought a supply of
crackers with us, and a few other articles, so that we were not badly
off.  We had, however, once more to camp.

"Why, Pompey," I said, when we had unsaddled our horses, "I thought that
we should have seen Mr. Rochford before this."

"Yee, massa; he no far off, dough," he answered.  "Me think you better
stop here, while Pompey go on an' tell him dat you come."

"Well, then, the sooner you let him know the better, as he will not wish
to lose time," I replied.

I told Captain Norton what the black had said.  "Let him go at once, but
it will be as well for one of us to follow him and see what he is
about," he said.  "I am not quite satisfied with his manner; and yet I
daresay he is honest enough."


Captain Norton did not object to my proposal to follow the black.  As
soon as he set off, I started close behind him, but at such a distance
that he did not hear my footsteps.  After making my way through the
forest--not without considerable fear of losing him--I saw a bright
light some way ahead, which I knew must proceed from a fire, and
observed he was directing his course towards it.  I therefore followed
more leisurely, and at length caught sight of the fire, with several
blacks near it, some apparently collecting wood, others cutting up a
deer.  I looked round for Rochford, but he was nowhere to be seen.  Just
then Pompey made his appearance among the people, and at once asked for
"the white massa."

"Him gone," answered one of the blacks.  "Him not come back since
yesterday; bery likely Redskin got him."

"Redskin got him! oh dat bad news!" exclaimed Pompey in a truly
sorrowful voice.  He then, in the peculiar jargon of the blacks,
informed his companions that a party had arrived from Fort King, who
would be bitterly disappointed at not finding Massa Rochford.  They now
held a consultation as to what should be done.  Pompey finally announced
his intention of returning to tell us of Rochford's absence, and to say
that, should we wish it, he would accompany us farther, and, though at
the risk of his life, try to find our white friend.  From what I heard
him say, I was now convinced of his honesty, as also of his affection
for Rochford.  His unwillingness to take us at once to the camp was
fully accounted for.  The people before me, I saw, were evidently a
party of runaway blacks; two, indeed, I recognised as those who had
deserted from us, and I had little doubt that Rochford had persuaded
them that he would obtain their freedom.  I felt very doubtful whether I
should find my way back.  As I had been guided by Pompey in going
towards the <DW64> camp, I had forgotten the difficulties I should
experience in returning to our own.  My anxiety also as to what had
become of Rochford made me at first forget the risk I ran of losing my
way.  I might tread on a snake or encounter a panther, or tumble into a
hole, or get smothered in the trunk of a rotten tree or some black pool
full of noxious creatures.  As long, however, as I could see the light
of the blacks' fire, by occasionally looking back, I managed to make my
way in the direction leading to our camp; but after that I could only
guess whether I was going the right way by the momentary glimpse of a
star overhead.  At last, however, when trying to pass through a thick
part of the forest, I was fairly bewildered.  Still, as I could not
contentedly remain where I was, I pushed forward.  It was with an
intense feeling of relief that I caught sight, far away before me, of a
slight ruddy tinge on the trunks of the trees, which, I was convinced,
was produced by the camp-fire of my friends.  I advanced, not without
many a scratch, while my clothes were well-nigh torn to pieces.
Suddenly the thought occurred to me that the distance was greater than I
had come, and that the fire might possibly be that of an Indian camp.  I
stopped to listen, but no sound reached me.  Then again I went forward.
The glow increased, and I was sure I was approaching a camp.  Still I
could hear no one speaking.  Suddenly, however, a hail reached my ears--

"Arrah! who goes there?" and, to my infinite satisfaction, I recognised
Tim's voice.

"It's Maurice; don't be after shooting me," I cried out; and I was soon
in the midst of my friends.

The information I brought caused them considerable anxiety; still they
hoped that Rochford might after all return.  They resolved, however, to
wait until Pompey made his appearance before deciding on what to do.  He
at last arrived, looking very crestfallen.  We, of course, did not tell
him that we already possessed most of the information he had to give.
He told us, in addition to what we already knew, that a party of Indians
had been seen following up Rochford's trail.  Fears were entertained,
therefore, that he had been overtaken, especially as one of the Indians
was on horseback.

"Then it must be that rascal Spotted Wolf!" exclaimed Carlos.  "I
guessed from the first that he was plotting some mischief, and I wish
that he had been shot at once."

Cross-questioning the black, we found that the Redskins had been seen on
the previous day, so that should they have fallen in with Rochford, they
could not as yet have got very far away.  Pompey offered to bring
another black, who had caught sight of them, and who, knowing the
country well, would assist in guiding us.

I could not sleep when off my watch for thinking of the work we should
have to do on the following day.  Perhaps we should find Rochford killed
and scalped.

As may be supposed, we kept a very vigilant watch; for Indians being
close at hand, we might should they for a moment find us off our guard,
be attacked and murdered.  Captain Norton, though not exactly despising
them, was of the opinion that their successes had arisen from the
carelessness of the whites, who, had they not been taken completely by
surprise, could with ease have driven off their Redskin foes.

The night passed away, and at the earliest dawn Pompey getting up, gave
himself a shake, and offered to go and obtain the assistance of one of
his companions, should Rochford, in the meantime, not have arrived.  He
was evidently anxious that none of us should accompany him, as we might
suspect that his friends were runaway blacks.  Of course, he was not
aware that I was very well assured of that fact.  We had barely time to
take a hurried breakfast when he returned, accompanied by another <DW64>,
who undertook to put us on the Indians' trail.  As there was not a
moment to be lost, we immediately mounted, and, led by the two blacks,
pushed on as fast as they could run.  At last they stopped and pointed
to the north-west.

"Dis <DW65> say dat way dey go," said Pompey.

That he spoke the truth we had no doubt, as the trail was sufficiently
distinct even for us to distinguish.  There were numerous footprints, as
well as the marks of a horse's hoofs.

"You find Massa Rochford, come back to de wood, we stay dar free days,
in case you want us," he added.

We thanked him for the assistance he had given us.  He neither asked
for, nor evidently did he expect any, reward; indeed, had he done so, we
had nothing to give him.

He and his companion hurried away, anxious to escape the risk of
encountering any of the Indians, although the blacks were generally
treated kindly by the natives; and we pushed on at a much faster rate
than before.

At length we came to a spot where it was evident, from a still
smouldering fire, that the Indians had encamped during the previous
night, and had probably only lately left.  The trail, which led off to
the right, showed that there were not more men than we could easily cope
with.  We pushed on, therefore, in the hope of soon coming up with them,
and ascertaining whether Rochford was among them, and if so, whether he
was a prisoner or at liberty.

In a shorter time than we expected we caught sight of a party of
Redskins--there might have been about a dozen--with a man on horseback
in their midst.  They did not appear to have discovered us, as the turf
over which we were galloping was soft, and prevented the sound of our
horses' hoofs being heard.  As we got nearer, to my surprise I saw that
there were two men instead of one on the horse.  The hindermost looked
round for a moment and caught a glimpse of us.  His dress showed that he
was not an Indian, though he was at too great a distance to enable me to
distinguish his countenance.  Suddenly the horse started off from among
the Indians on foot, and galloped forward at right angles to the course
they had been pursuing.

"Why, that is Rochford," cried Carlos; "and the Indian is that rascal
Spotted Wolf."

Scarcely had he spoken than we saw the Indians bend their bows; but they
apparently dared not shoot for fear of killing Spotted Wolf as well as
Rochford,--thus enabling the horse to carry both the Indian and his
prisoner to a considerable distance from them.  We immediately pursued
them, regardless of the party on foot; but Tim having charge of one of
the led horses, and I of the other, we dropped somewhat behind Captain
Norton and Carlos.  I could see that Rochford was struggling violently
with the Indian, when presently he managed to free his arms from the
rope which bound them behind his back, and pressing those of the Indian
close to his side, he seized the reins, and endeavoured to check the
horse's course.


The captain and Carlos, urging on their steeds, were in a short time
almost up alongside them.  I saw Rochford turn to one side, as if
speaking to Captain Norton; and while he was doing so, what was my
horror to see Carlos, making his horse spring forward, plunge his long
knife into the Indian's breast, exclaiming, as I afterwards learned--

"Take that, you wretched spy; you'll no longer play us any of your
tricks!"

He had driven his weapon right home, and as he withdrew it, the blood,
which flowed in a full stream, showed the fatal nature of the wound.

Tim and I now came up.  Carlos, with the greatest unconcern, handed his
knife to Rochford, saying--

"Here, Rochford, take this and cut the thongs which bind you to the
Indian, and tumble the body out of the saddle."

"What have you done, Carlos?" cried Rochford.  "We might have kept the
man as a hostage, and have made him useful."

"It is too late to think of that now; see, he is already dying!" replied
Carlos.

Rochford took the knife, and cutting the cords allowed the Indian's body
to fall from the horse.  I was horrified and grieved at what my young
cousin had done; but he, apparently considering that he had done nothing
unusual, exclaimed--

"Let the savage lie where he has fallen; we must push on if we wish to
save our lives."

That he was right in this respect was very certain.  Rochford, who was a
first-rate rider, without stopping the horse, seated himself in the
saddle, and galloped on alongside Captain Norton.  I made up to them,
eager to learn what had happened.

Rochford, in a few words, told us that he had arranged everything for
Juanita's escape; and would have carried her off the previous night had
he not been captured by Spotted Wolf and his followers, who were
conveying him to Oceola's camp to accuse him of treachery, when we fell
in with them.  He added that he had still hopes of success, as Juanita
would be on the watch for him; and that, if we could manage to distance
the Indians--who were not likely to hurry themselves without their
leader--we might reach the Indian village, place Juanita on horseback,
and reach either Fort King or some other place of safety before any
pursuers could overtake us.

Wrong as it was in Carlos to kill the Indian, who was at the time
virtually a prisoner, yet we gained an advantage by the act; for his
followers would probably abandon the pursuit of us, as they could not
carry him along with them, and they would not venture to leave him
unprotected behind.  We, at all events, on looking back, could see
nothing of them, and therefore stopped to breathe our horses, and thus
enable them to put on fresh speed should it become necessary.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

ROCHFORD ENTERS THE INDIAN VILLAGE--WAITING IN THE WOOD--DOUBTFUL OF
SUCCESS--AN ANXIOUS HALF-HOUR--PROPOSED ASSAULT--READY FOR ACTION--THE
RESCUE--AN ANGRY SCENE--THE RETREAT--DANGERS ON THE WAY--JUANITA'S
EXPERIENCE--ARRIVAL AT THE FORT--CONDITION OF MY FATHER--A FRESH
EXPEDITION--ROCHFORD DECLINES TO JOIN OUR PARTY--BLACK HAWK TO GO WITH
US--INDIAN TRAILS DISCOVERED--SCOUTING--CARLOS MISSING--AN INDIAN'S
REVENGE--A FOREST-GRAVE--A STARTLING INTERRUPTION--THE TIMELY
REINFORCEMENTS--DEATH OF MY UNCLE--RESULT OF THE ENGAGEMENT--THE FATE OF
BLACK HAWK.

Once more we were galloping in the direction of Oceola's lodges.  The
warriors of the various tribes throughout the country had been summoned
round the standard of their chief, so that the district through which we
passed appeared perfectly destitute of inhabitants; not a red man did we
meet to interfere with us.  We thus hoped that having distanced the
followers of Spotted Wolf, we might get Juanita off without having to
encounter an enemy.  Rochford knew the country perfectly, having
frequently hunted over the whole of it for several months together; and
he was able unerringly to guide us in the direction we wished to go.  At
last Rochford pulled up on the borders of a hummock.  "Remain here with
the horses, ready to start at any moment," he said.  "Miss Kearney will,
I trust, be on the look-out for me; and if we can but elude the
vigilance of the old squaws, we shall be with you very soon."

Having mounted the horse we had brought for him, he set off, and was
soon lost to sight.  We remained under shelter of the trees; so that,
unless any one approached close to the wood, we ran but little risk of
being discovered.  I was very anxious to accompany Rochford; but he
considered that my appearance would excite suspicion, and that it would
be safer to go alone.  Though he had not spoken to me of the danger he
incurred, I knew that it was very great; for should he be captured in
his attempt to carry off the young lady, it would be looked upon by
Oceola as an act of treachery, and he would to a certainty be put to
death.  His intention was to enter the village as if he had just come
from a hunting expedition, and offer to supply the squaws with venison;
or should he be fortunate enough to shoot a deer on his way, he would
carry it with him, as it would greatly facilitate his proceedings.  That
he would do this appeared very unlikely, as the distance was but short:
still a deer might be seen in the hummock, and he was too good a shot,
should he discover one, to let it escape him.

Directly he had gone, we dismounted to allow our horses to feed, and to
drink from a pool which we found close inside the hummock.  The time
dragged slowly on; I had to look at my watch several times to satisfy
myself that our friend had not been very much longer absent than we had
expected.  Waiting, indeed, is far more trying than when a person is
actively engaged.

"Rochford ought to be here by this time," observed Captain Norton.  "I
fear that some accident has happened to him, or that he finds it
impossible to get the young lady away.  We shall have the Indians down
upon us if we have to wait much longer."

"What do you say to making a dash on the village, and carrying off my
sister in spite of the squaws or old men?" exclaimed Carlos.

"Sure that would be the finest thing to do, afther all," cried Tim.
"We'll just keep the old Redskins employed while Mr. Rochford or Mr.
Maurice lifts her on her horse and gallops off with her.  They're not
likely to have any fire-arms in the place, except maybe a few old
muskets without flints in them, as the warriors will have carried off
all they own to fight the whites."

I thought Tim's proposal worthy of consideration.  But Captain Norton
was of opinion that the risk to the young lady would be too great; for
though the Indians in the village might very possibly have no fire-arms,
they had bows and arrows, and a chance arrow might strike her as well as
any of us.  "We will wait another half-hour," he said; "and if Rochford
does not then appear with Miss Kearney, we will as Carlos proposes,
gallop into the village, and making directly for the chief's lodge--
which we shall know by its superior size and decoration--we will carry
away the lady if she be within it.  We may possibly also rescue our
friend, should we find that he has been made a prisoner."

Captain Norton's plan exactly suited the ideas of the party; and I
regretted that we had not attempted it at first: we should have gained
much time, and run less risk than we were now likely to do.

That last half-hour appeared longer than any of its predecessors.
Rochford did not arrive.  We tightened our saddle-girths, saw that our
bits were well fitted, and threw ourselves on horseback.  There were but
four of us to oppose some scores of squaws, and we could not tell how
many old warriors, who, although unable to fight on the battle-field,
might prove no inconsiderable foes when defending their lodges.  We at
first advanced slowly, that we might put our horses to full speed when
the time came for action.  As may be supposed, we kept our swords loose
in their scabbards, and our rifles ready, with fresh ammunition for
reloading.

We had as yet encountered no one: it was evident that the inhabitants,
for some reason or other, must be all in the village.  At length the
tops of the lodges appeared in sight.  Our hearts beat quickly.  The
sooner, after we were seen, we could reach the village the better.

"Forward!" cried Captain Norton.  "Yonder is the point for which we must
aim."

We struck our spurs into our horses' flanks.  Scarcely had we done so
than a chorus of yells and shrieks, in the shrillest of tones, broke on
our ears; and the next instant we saw a horse burst forth from amidst
the lodges with Rochford on its back, carrying Juanita before him.
Close at its heels came a whole herd of women--or rather furies they
appeared, from their fearful cries and wild gestures--while just over
their heads we could see several of the old warriors coming from various
directions, endeavouring as they moved along to fix their arrows in
their bows.

"Come with me, Carlos," cried Captain Norton.  "Maurice and Tim, take
the other side; and let our friends pass between us.  Then wheel round,
and cover them as they gallop on.  We shall soon distance these old
hags, who, seeing that they have no chance of overtaking us, will soon
give up the pursuit."

I could not help giving way to a loud shout as Rochford, with Juanita,
almost fainting, in his arms, rode up.  I was joined in it by my
companions; and we were all in another instant galloping along at a rate
which quickly enabled us to distance our pursuers, although not to get
out of earshot of their terrific cries.

Not until we had galloped for a couple of miles did we pull rein, when
we halted to allow Juanita to recover herself, and to congratulate her
and Rochford on their escape.  Captain Norton inquired whether Juanita
felt able to mount the horse we had brought.  She replied that she would
do as Rochford advised; but was ready to do so, if necessary.

"Jump on its back, then," said Carlos; "we shall go all the faster.  You
can manage a steed as well as any of us."

Juanita looked at Rochford, and then allowed him and her brother to help
her on her horse.  When once she was seated in the saddle, she appeared
herself again.  There was no time to make inquiries as to how Rochford
had contrived to carry her off.  We had not only to escape from the
people in the village who might come in pursuit of us, but also to avoid
Spotted Wolf's party, who would be certain, should they discover our
trail, to follow us up and try to avenge his death.

In a way we had little expected, we had thus far accomplished the object
of our expedition.  Still, many dangers lay before us.  Had it not been
necessary to return to Fort King to rejoin my father, we should have
felt inclined to push across the Ocklawaha for the banks of the Saint
John River, and so make our way to Castle Kearney.  The distance,
however, was great; and unless we could find a boat, our ammunition
might fail before we could reach it, and Juanita might be exposed to
more fatigue than she would be able to bear.  Towards Fort King,
therefore, we directed our course.  Juanita declared that she could
gallop the whole distance if the horses could continue going.  But we
had great reason to fear that they could not accomplish this task; for
although they had had a long noon-day rest, they had already been
galloping for several hours.  Still, we determined to push forward
during daylight, and to continue on at night should the nature of the
ground permit us.  We kept a look-out over our left shoulders in the
direction in which it was possible the Indians might appear.  They might
also, if they suspected the route we should take, have hurried on and
formed an ambush; and although they were without fire-arms, their arrows
at a short distance were as dangerous as bullets.  We therefore kept at
a distance from any clumps of trees or shrubs which would afford them
shelter.  Our steeds showed abundance of mettle; and by the time night
approached we had every reason to believe that we had out-distanced all
pursuers.

As the sun set we saw an open prairie before us, with here and there
clumps of pine.  The night was clear, and the stars would serve to guide
us.  Rochford offered to lead the way, that he might warn us of any
danger.  Carlos rode on one side of Juanita, and I on the other; and the
captain and Tim brought up the rear.  On we went, though at a slower
pace than that which we had pursued during the day-time.

"But how in the world did you allow yourself to be carried off, and give
us all this trouble?" asked Carlos, who was accustomed to speak in a
somewhat brusque manner to his sisters.

"Depend upon it, I could not help myself," she answered, not apparently
wishing just then to enlighten him.

He, however, again and again pressed her.

"It is a painful subject, and I would rather not think about it," she
answered.  "However, if you insist upon knowing, I will tell you.  You
remember when we were out riding how I galloped on ahead.  I did so
under the belief that the others were following; when, looking round, I
saw that I was alone, and to my horror directly afterwards found myself
in the presence of five mounted Indians, one of whom I recognised as the
chief who had come to the judge's house while we were there.  He
advanced and addressed me, courteously enough, in a long speech full of
flowery language, the tenor of which was that I must become his wife.  I
answered, with as much composure as I could command, that such a thing
was impossible, and that I must beg to decline the honour he intended
me.  I avoided, as I thought, saying a word to annoy him; but I suppose
I exhibited the indignation I felt.  Suddenly seizing the bridle of my
horse, and ordering his braves to follow, he set off at a gallop.  I
screamed out, threatening to throw myself to the ground; but I was
afraid of doing so lest I should break my neck, or that the Indians
would gallop over me, which from their looks I thought they would have
very little scruple in doing.

"On we went for miles and miles, until we reached a large camp of
several hundred warriors.  Here a hut was quickly built, which the chief
begged me to occupy; and I was treated with every courtesy, although
there was not even a squaw to attend on me.  It was impossible to
escape; and although I was dreadfully frightened, I tried hard to
recover my composure and presence of mind, so that I might be able to
act on an emergency.  The chief, who spoke very good English, said he
intended to convey me to the lodges of his tribe, where the squaws would
take care of me and attend to all my wishes, provided I made no attempt
to escape; and that I should remain there until the white men were
driven out of the country and the natives had regained their rights,
when he would claim me as his bride.  I thanked him for the honour he
intended me, but entreated that he would in the meantime carry me back
to my father and mother, who would be greatly alarmed at my
disappearance.  He answered that it was with regard to my safety that he
had carried me off from the whites, who would ere long be exterminated;
and that he could not bear to see one for whom he had so great an
affection remain to share the fate prepared for them.  He paid me all
sorts of absurd compliments, likening me to a lily, an angel, a star,
and I don't know what else; though I scarcely listened to what he said
on that subject.  In vain I pleaded, notwithstanding any risk I might
run, to be allowed to return home: he was deaf to all my entreaties.  As
I was careful, however, not to say anything to irritate him, he
continued as courteous as at first.

"We set out with a strong escort, and galloped on till nightfall; but
not until the end of the fourth day did we reach the chief's lodges.  He
there committed me to the charge of his mother, who had, no doubt, in
her younger days been very handsome.  She received me very kindly, and I
had no reason to complain of the way I was treated; in fact, had I been
a princess of their tribe, more attention and respect could not have
been paid me.

"I now first learned that the chief was no other than Oceola, the great
leader of the Indians in the present rebellion.  When he visited me I
tried to persuade him to make peace with the whites, and to abandon his
attempt to regain the country; trying to explain to him how hopeless it
was, as, should every settler and soldier be killed, others in
overwhelming numbers would ere long pour into the country and revenge
their people.  He replied that the red men had been victorious
everywhere; that hundreds of the Palefaces had been killed; and that
such would be the fate of all who should come to the country.  At last
he took his departure.  I was very glad he was gone.  I feared, however,
that I had not succeeded in impressing him with the hopelessness of his
cause.

"Though I saw no means of escaping, I tried to keep up my spirits, and
resolved to take advantage of any opportunity that might occur.  Imagine
my surprise, after I had been some days in the Indian village, to see a
white man dressed as a hunter enter it.  I felt sure that he was your
friend Rochford.  Though I pretended not to notice his arrival, I
resolved as soon as possible to communicate with him.  He must have seen
me or heard that I was there; for within an hour a note was brought me,
written on a small scrap of paper, containing these words:--

"`Trust me; I will assist you to escape.--R.'

"Tearing off the small blank piece of the note, I simply wrote `Yes,'
fearing lest by any chance it might fall into the hands of the chief.
By some means or other, Rochford managed to throw the squaws off their
guard, by bringing either venison or some other game each time he came
to the village; and he managed to hold frequent communication with me.
The rest you know.  My great fear now is lest he should fall into the
hands of the Indians, who would, on finding that he had assisted to
carry me off, wreak a dreadful vengeance upon him."

I assured Juanita that there was little danger of this; and quieted her
fears as well as I could by promising to do my best to prevent our
gallant friend running any unnecessary risk.

At last we found so many impediments in our course--Rochford having two
or three times narrowly escaped breaking his neck--that we were
compelled to halt.  As well as we were able to do so in the dark, we put
up a shelter for Juanita.  The night passed quietly, and the next day we
reached Fort King.

Nothing of importance had occurred during our absence.  My father was
still far from well, and very anxious about my uncle and the party who
had accompanied him; for nothing had been heard of them, and it was
feared that they might have been surprised by the Indians and cut off,
as many other parties had been.  Our great wish, therefore, was to set
off to ascertain their fate.  Should we discover my uncle, it would be a
great relief to him to know that his daughter was in comparative safety.

Juanita's position, however, was far from pleasant: though she had her
brother, her uncle, and me, there was no female in the fort to attend on
her, and the best accommodation which could be provided was rough in the
extreme.

How to proceed was now the question.  If she were left in the fort,
either Carlos or my father must remain with her.  My father was ill, and
unfit for any fatigue, though he might have been able to perform an easy
journey of short stages.  It was therefore decided that he should remain
in the fort, and that as many men as could be spared,--including
Lejoillie, Carlos, and I,--under the command of Captain Norton, should
set off to search for my uncle.  Should we discover him, our plan was to
return directly to Fort King, and from thence make our way to the Saint
John River, by which we could descend to Castle Kearney.  It was
possible, however, that by this time my uncle had returned home, though
he was not likely to have done so without having obtained tidings of his
daughter.  We therefore resolved, after giving the horses a day's rest,
to set out on our fresh expedition.

To my surprise, Rochford excused himself from accompanying us, although
he did not intend to remain in the fort.  "I have a duty," he said, "to
perform to others; and while fully alive to the dangers I shall run in
passing through the country alone, it must be done."

I asked him what it was.

"There are some who have put confidence in me, and I cannot disappoint
them; besides which, I have still some hopes of inducing Oceola to sue
for peace, and to endeavour to obtain by lawful means the object he
desires," he answered.

"But should he discover that you assisted to carry off Juanita, how will
he treat you?"

"As he has hitherto done.  He is not likely to be informed of the
circumstance; and if he were, I do not fear the consequences to myself,"
he replied.

Before we set out, Rochford had left the fort.

Black Hawk had hitherto remained a prisoner at large in the fort.  He
was narrowly watched, but he had not made the slightest attempt to
escape.  When he heard of the death of Spotted Wolf, and that he had
been killed by Carlos, he remarked that it served him right, as he had
come for the purpose of betraying us, and would have succeeded had we
trusted him.

This frank avowal of Black Hawk fully satisfied the commandant and
Captain Norton of his honesty; and as they considered that he would be
of great service to us, they asked him whether he would join our
expedition.  He appeared to hesitate, observing that should any of his
countrymen capture him, his death would be certain.

Captain Norton replied that we would protect him to the best of our
power, and he finally accepted our offer.

Besides those I have mentioned, we had only fifteen men--a small party
to venture through the country in its present state.  More, however,
could not be spared.  We on horseback would be detained by those on
foot; but they were active fellows, well inured to fatigue, and would
get rapidly over the ground, and we expected to make rapid marches,
absolutely necessary in an expedition of the nature we had undertaken.

Carlos was in high spirits, and seemed not to have a doubt as to his
father's safety.  It was proposed to place Black Hawk on horseback, but
he declined the offer, saying that he could march faster and with less
fatigue than any of the Palefaces, and that he would accompany us on
foot.

For the first two days we pushed on at a rapid rate, not meeting with
any recent Indian trails.  Black Hawk, indeed, declared his belief that
the red men had retired to the north-west, and that we should not fall
in with them.  At length, however, at the end of the third day, we came
upon the remains of recent campfires and trails, which showed that a
considerable body of Indians had lately been in that part of the
country.  We kept very close together, although the direction which the
trails took showed that Black Hawk was right in his conjecture as to the
insurgents having moved to the north-west, and we hoped therefore to
avoid them.  In case, however, any should have remained in the
neighbourhood, we moved to the right, and chose as eligible a spot as we
could find for our camp, with a thick wood to the west, which would
conceal our fires, and an impassable marsh on the opposite side.  To
prevent the risk of a surprise, scouts were sent out to examine the
country, to ascertain that no enemy was near at hand.  Carlos and two
men, accompanied by Black Hawk, went in one direction, Tim and I in
another, intending to separate, while Lejoillie remained with Captain
Norton in the camp.  We were charged not to go far, and to return before
darkness came on.  My companion and I each made a tolerably wide
circuit, examining every spot which could conceal a foe, when we again
met.

"Not the shadow of an enemy," observed Tim.  "It's my belief that the
Redskins have taken themselves off as far as they can get from the
whites, and won't be eager to meet any of us."

It was quite dark by the time we got back to the camp; but neither
Carlos nor the men who had accompanied him on foot had made their
appearance.  We waited for some time, until we began to grow anxious.
At last footsteps were heard, and two men were seen coming towards the
camp.  They proved to be those who had accompanied Carlos and Black
Hawk.  They reported that they had got separated in a wood from the
young master and the Indian, and that although they had searched about
everywhere, they could not find them or discover their trail.

This announcement caused considerable anxiety.  Captain Norton blamed
the men for their carelessness; but they declared that Carlos himself
had told them the course they were to take, and that they had followed
no other.  We waited for some time, hoping that my young cousin would,
guided by the fire, find his way to camp.  The Indian would, at all
events, be able to lead him right.  But what if, after all, Black Hawk
had proved treacherous?  I was thankful when Captain Norton, after
waiting for another hour, decided to send out three or four men.  Tim
and I begged that we might go; and Lejoillie offered to accompany us.
As our horses were tolerably fresh, we should get over more ground than
the men on foot, so we at once set out in the direction Carlos had
taken.  The moon, we knew, would shortly rise and enable us to see our
way.  We knew that in the immediate neighbourhood of the camp there was
but little risk of our falling in with an enemy; but it was possible,
should we continue on to any distance from it, that we might find
ourselves unexpectedly in the presence of a band of Redskins.  Lejoillie
at last proposed that we should return, observing that Carlos could not
intentionally have gone as far, and that if he had met with any
accident, we should find him nearer the camp.

Just after he had said this, I noticed, near the edge of a wood, a
light, as if from a small fire.  I pointed it out to Lejoillie and Tim.
We at all events were bound to examine it, and at once rode forward.  As
we drew nearer, we could hear the howling and yelping of wolves.
Presently the moon rose beyond the far-extending prairie, and showed us
a wood on one side, with a number of large birds flitting to and fro, or
hovering about the fire.


"Some one lies there, depend upon it," said Lejoillie.  "Those birds,
like the wolves, gather only to feed on the dead."

We galloped forward.  On the ground before the fire lay the body of a
man, with an arrow sticking in his breast.  If dead, he was only just
so, for the savage brutes had not yet commenced their banquet.  As we
approached they retreated, still howling, to a distance.  I threw myself
from my horse, oppressed by a terrible dread that the body was that of
my cousin.  A glance at the features, on which the light of the fire
fell, convinced me of the sad fact.  It seemed as if only just then the
breath had left his body, for it was still warm.  I was joined by
Lejoillie, while Tim held the horses.

"We can do nothing for him, I fear," said my friend, feeling his pulse.
"Even had there been life in him, the moment we withdrew the arrow he
would have died.  Let me warn you it is no safe place; the fellow who
killed him may be watching to shoot us.  We must be away from this, and
it will be time enough to consider as we go along how he came here and
met with his death.  We will carry him with us to the camp, poor boy,
and prevent him being torn to pieces by the wolves."

Tim was inclined to give way to a howl of sorrow in honour of the young
master, but I stopped him.  He insisted, however, on carrying the body,
as the last mark of respect he could show to my uncle's son.  "It would
have broken my heart entirely, Mr. Maurice, if it had been you.  It's
bad enough, sure, as it is," he exclaimed, as he placed the inanimate
form across his saddle.

We galloped on, feeling that it was more than likely that we should have
a flight of arrows whistling after us.

"Sure, as I'm a living man, it's that villain Black Hawk did the deed!"
exclaimed Tim.  "I saw the look he gave when he heard that Mr. Carlos
had killed Spotted Wolf.  He had planned the black deed for many a day."

Lejoillie and I agreed with Tim, though how Carlos came to have been led
so far away it was at first difficult to say.  Perhaps Black Hawk had
induced him to dismount, and then, taking his gun, had galloped off with
his horse.  Carlos, not being able to find his way back to the camp, had
probably lighted a fire to keep off the wolves; and while seated before
it, either Black Hawk or some other Indian had shot him.  Such was the
only way we could account for the position in which we had found him.

Captain Norton was much grieved, and blamed himself greatly for having
allowed Black Hawk to accompany Carlos.  We dug his grave close to our
camp, and spent a portion of the night in piling up logs over it to mark
the spot.  Though I had before been looking forward to the satisfaction
of falling in with my uncle, I now dreaded the meeting and the task I
should have to perform of telling him of the death of my cousin.  As no
more was seen of Black Hawk, we had no doubt that he had committed the
deed.

We had now reached as far north as there would be any use in going, as
my uncle and his party must have come by this time fully as far south as
we then were if they had not already passed us.  Though the country was
almost in as wild a state as in the southern parts, there were a few
log-huts and other primitive buildings scattered about; but the
inhabitants had fled for fear of the Indians.  Both we and our horses
being pretty well tired by a long day's journey, we took up our quarters
in one of these huts.  The men were encamped outside, with the usual
sentries placed at equal distances; and we had thrown ourselves on the
rough tables and benches, the only remaining furniture, when the sound
of distant firing reached our ears.

"Sure there's fightin' goin' on!" cried Tim.

We started to our feet.  The horses were saddled, the men fell in, and
we hastened on, hoping to arrive in time to assist any whites who might
be engaged, whether my uncle's party or others.  We had still light
enough to see our way, though the sun was near setting.  At last we came
within sight of another hut of some size, near which the fighting had
been taking place, of which we had sad proof by seeing the bodies of
three white men stretched on the ground.  But their comrades were
advancing, driving the enemy before them.

"They will be led into an ambush!" cried Captain Norton; and ordering
Tim to halt the men a little in advance of where they then were, he
dashed forward to prevent the catastrophe he feared, I was about to
follow, when a black, whom I recognised as one of my uncle's servants,
rushed out of the hut.

"Is dat you, Massa Maurice?" he exclaimed.  "Whar Massa Carlos? we
'fraid dat his fader die an' he want bery much to see him.  Come in; he
in here; come in!"


Giving the reins of my horse to one of the men, I threw myself from the
saddle, and hurried into the hut.  My uncle lay on a low bedstead
covered with straw, while one of his followers stood near him with his
rifle in his hand.  The black, taking a lamp, led the way to the bed.
As the light fell on my uncle's countenance, I saw that his features
were set, and his eyes had lost their expression.  I knelt by his side
and took his hand: though warm, it failed to return my pressure.

"Speak to me--speak to me, uncle!"  I exclaimed, but no reply came.

The black shook his head.  "Him gone, massa," he said; "no 'gain speak."

I turned to the other man for an explanation.

"He was shot, sir, leading us on against the Redskins.  We brought him
in here at once to look to his hurt, and when we saw you coming we hoped
that you might have a doctor with you; but the bullet had done its work,
and he was dead before you entered the hut."

I was deeply grieved, for I knew how my father would feel the loss of my
uncle, who was, however, thus saved the pain of hearing of his son's
death.

I had no time to give way to sorrow, for the rattle of musketry showed
me that the fight was still continuing; the shouts and shrieks of the
Indians, which came from no greater distance than before, proving that
they held their ground.  It was not a time for any one with a rifle in
his hand to be idle; and bidding the black remain by his master's body,
I called to the other men to accompany me, and hurried out to join my
companions.  There was barely sufficient light to enable me to
distinguish them, but the cracks from their rifles showed where they
were posted.  Just as I joined them, Captain Norton appeared, and
ordered us to charge the enemy, who, as we advanced, broke and, fled.
We fired, pouring in a couple of volleys, which brought down several of
the Indians, and hastened the flight of the rest.  The captain then
ordered us to retire to the neighbourhood of the hut, where we could the
better defend ourselves should the enemy rally.  Had we not arrived, the
whole of my uncle's party would probably have been destroyed; as it was,
several had fallen, and we lost two, besides three wounded.  We could
not ascertain how many of the Indians had been killed, as their friends
had carried off most of them.  Two or three bodies, however, were still
in the open, but at such a distance from our camp that it would have
been dangerous to have approached them, for some of the Redskins might
be lurking in the wood.  As it was more than probable that we should be
attacked during the night, one-half of our party remained under arms,
while the rest slept with their rifles by their sides, ready for action
at a moment's notice.

I was patrolling with Tim, the moon, high above the trees, casting a
bright light over the ground where the fighting had taken place, when
Tim exclaimed,--"Arrah! sure, thin, one o' them Redskins is moving."  I
looked in the direction he pointed to, and directly after saw one of the
apparently dead Indians rise to his feet and make towards the wood.  At
the same instant Tim fired.  The Indian dropped, and before I could stop
my companion he had rushed forward, supposing, I believed, that the man
was feigning to be shot, and might still make his escape.  He quickly
came back, dragging the body after him.

"Sure he's dead enough now, anyhow; but I thought I'd bring him along to
show you who he is.  See, it's Black Hawk, who killed Mr. Carlos; he's
got what he deserves for his treacherous murder."

I at once recognised the features of Black Hawk.  That he could not do
us further harm was certain; and as no attempt had been made to rescue
him, we were satisfied that the enemy had retreated to a distance.  Part
of the night was spent in the melancholy duty of digging graves, and
burying the bodies of my poor uncle and those who had fallen with him,
as we could not take them with us, the wounded requiring all the men who
could be spared to carry them.  The Indians, we hoped, finding us too
strong for them, had retreated.

The night passed quietly away, and at early dawn we commenced our march
back to Fort King.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

ARRIVAL AT FORT KING--WE RESOLVE TO RETURN TO CASTLE KEARNEY--ON THE WAY
TO SILVER SPRING--ANXIETY OF JUANITA--A WELCOME SOUND--A MESSAGE FOR
ROCHFORD--OUR VOYAGE DOWN STREAM--ARRIVAL HOME--GRIEF OF MY AUNT--I
VISIT JUDGE SHURTLEFF--A PARTY OF BLACKS DISCOVERED--I JOIN THE
ROSEVILLE VOLUNTEERS--AN ENCOUNTER IN THE FOREST--THE MEETING WITH
ROCHFORD--A DISPUTE--THE PRISONER BEFORE THE JUDGE--AT THE CASTLE
AGAIN--SAD NEWS--MY FATHER'S WORDS--THE ATTACK AND DEFENCE OF CASTLE
KEARNEY--OUR RETREAT ON THE RIVER--TIMELY HELP--RECEPTION AT ROSEVILLE--
RETURN TO IRELAND--HAPPINESS OF MY COUSINS--THE LAST OF THE SEMINOLES--
CONCLUSION.

We had a weary march back to Fort King, not knowing at what moment we
might be attacked by our persevering foes, who were constantly hovering
in our rear; but from the admirable arrangements of the captain, and the
vigilant watch kept at night, finding that they could not surprise us,
they did not venture on an attack.  No attempt during our absence had
been made on the fort, although the garrison had been kept constantly on
the alert.  I need not describe the grief which the news of my uncle and
cousin's death caused to my father and Juanita.  They were, of course,
now more anxious than ever to get back to Castle Kearney.  As the men
who had followed my uncle would form a sufficient escort, it was
resolved that we should set out for the Ocklawaha River, where we hoped
to find boats in which we could descend to the Saint John, and from
thence to continue on to Castle Kearney.  The point we aimed at was
known as the "Silver Spring," a stream celebrated for the extraordinary
transparency of its water, and much venerated in consequence by the
Indians.  It was supposed, indeed, to be the fountain of youth, of which
they spoke to the Spaniards who first visited this country, and induced
them to believe that its waters had the power of renovating the most
aged, and restoring strength and beauty to the wrinkled and decrepit.

A landing-place, with two or more planked houses, stood on the bank of
the stream, which would afford accommodation should they not have been
destroyed by the Indians, though the inhabitants had long before made
their escape to a less dangerous part of the country.  As the whole
distance could be performed in little more than a day, it was considered
advisable to send forward two scouts, who would ascertain the condition
of the place, and whether any Indians still remained in the intervening
district.

Three days having passed, and the scouts not making their appearance, we
began to fear that they had been cut off, and that we should be doomed
to be shut up in the fort for an indefinite period.  The commandant was
anxious to get rid of us, for we, of course, consumed the stores
destined for the garrison.  It was with no small relief, therefore, that
we saw the two men approaching the fort early on the third day.  They
brought the satisfactory intelligence that the Government had sent a
steam-vessel up the river to the mouth of the Ocklawaha, above which she
could not proceed, but that a smaller craft had been despatched up the
stream to Silver Spring with stores for the garrison.

As we were prepared for our journey, we lost no time in setting out,
accompanied by Captain Norton, who led a party intended to escort back
the stores.  Juanita was thus even better protected than we had
expected.  We had been somewhat anxious on her account, lest by some
chance the Indian chief should get notice of our intended journey, and
make an attempt to cut us off.  There was, however, not much chance of
his doing so, as it was believed that he was fully occupied with fresh
troops sent against him in the north-west; still so wonderful were the
means of obtaining information possessed by the Redskins, and so rapid
their movements, that it was impossible to say in what direction they
might not appear.  A road had been cut between the fort and the river,
which greatly facilitated our progress; although, not having been used
for some time, it was overgrown with long grass and low bushes, which it
was necessary in some places to cut away.

My father and I endeavoured to cheer poor Juanita.  During all that she
had previously gone through, her spirits and courage had never once
flagged.  Now, she appeared to be sadly despondent.  She told me that
she had a foreboding that Castle Kearney had been destroyed by the
Indians and all within it massacred.  I of course tried to persuade her
that such fears were without foundation, and that we should find her
mother and sister well, with the house standing where we had left it.

"Can you surmise, Maurice, what has become of Mr. Rochford?" she asked
suddenly, showing that, at all events, she had not forgotten our friend,
who had so gallantly rescued her from the Indians.

"I am constantly thinking on the subject, and wondering why he does not
appear," I answered.  "My father is as puzzled as I am; but we are
certain no unworthy motive keeps him away.  I can only conjecture that
he has either gone to try and induce Oceola to make such offers to the
Government as he thinks will be accepted, or else he has returned to the
black fugitives with a view of benefiting them in some way or other.
Whatever he may be doing, I have no doubt that he is influenced by good
motives, although his plans may not be so feasible as he supposes."

"Of that I am very sure!" exclaimed Juanita, warmly.  "I did not
understand your friend when he was at Castle Kearney, and I thought him
very presumptuous; but I have since learned to appreciate him as he
deserves."

I thought it better to make no answer to this remark of my fair cousin.
I could only say that I hoped Rochford would escape the dangers to which
he was exposed, and reappear some day or other.

We camped at night in a secure position, fully one-third of our force
being under arms, so that should any savages attempt to surprise us,
they would be kept in check until we were ready to repel them.

It was not until nearly the end of the next day that we saw the bright
waters of the "Silver Spring" glittering through the trees.  On reaching
the buildings, we found that, although empty, they were uninjured.  The
Indians, if they had visited them, had perhaps looked upon them as
temples built in honour of the spirit presiding over their sacred
spring.  No boats, however, were there; and unless some should arrive,
we should be obliged to construct rafts or canoes to carry us down the
river.  To stay where we were without provisions was impossible:
although we might shoot birds and perhaps deer in the neighbourhood, yet
we dared not exhaust our ammunition.  The scouts told us that they had
received the information they had brought from a canoe which had been
sent up to ascertain if any Indians were in the neighbourhood, and that
it had afterwards returned down the river.

Lejoillie and I offered to go down, if we could obtain a canoe, to learn
what had happened; but though we searched about in every direction, none
could be found.  Dawn had just broken, when one of the sentries
announced that he saw a thin column of smoke over the trees in the
direction in which the stream ran.


Presently afterwards we heard a peculiar sound, which we all declared
must be produced by the paddle-wheels of a steamer.  A cheer rose from
us when a curious craft, with high paddle-boxes, and machinery rising
above her deck, hove in sight, and came gliding up the stream.  She
brought the greatly required stores for the fort; and the skipper
undertook to convey the whole of our party down the stream to the
man-of-war steamer waiting her return.  He relieved poor Juanita's fears
in regard to Castle Kearney, by assuring her that the house still stood
uninjured, and that it had not been attacked by the Indians.

We were very sorry to have to part with Captain Norton, who had to
return to the fort.  He promised to pay a visit to Castle Kearney as
soon as his duties would allow.  He also assured me that he would not
fail to try and induce Rochford to rejoin us.

"Should you be able to send him a message, you may hint that he will not
find my cousin Juanita quite as hard-hearted as he once supposed;
indeed, I suspect that she would break her heart should any harm befall
him," I whispered.

I cannot fully describe the varied beauties of the stream, bordered by
picturesque woods festooned with graceful creepers, many of them
producing rich blossoms of many hues.  At night we proceeded, lighted by
pitch-pine-torches stuck in the bows of the vessel, which cast a lurid
glare on either bank, scaring the numberless alligators which ever and
anon put their heads above the surface of the water.  At times I fancied
that I could see the figures of Indian warriors brandishing their
spears, and handling their bows ready to shoot at us; but the next
moment they changed into bushes or the distorted trunks of trees.

After a voyage of some miles, with the current in our favour, we found
ourselves alongside the Government steamer which waited the return of
the boat.  As I stepped on her deck, I enjoyed a sense of security which
I had not enjoyed for many months.  We heard sad news, however.  Fearful
atrocities had been committed by the Indians in different parts of the
country--farm-houses attacked, their inhabitants massacred, and whole
villages destroyed.  The romantic admiration with which I had been
inclined to regard the red men was completely dissipated; though I was
compelled to acknowledge that, barbarous as was their conduct, they had
been cruelly treated, and had bitter wrongs to avenge.

The distance which had taken us so long a time when we came up the river
was quickly got over, although we had to stop at several places to take
persons on board who had escaped from the Indian massacres.  Our party,
with the remainder of my uncle's followers, were landed at Castle
Kearney.  My aunt and Rita had bravely held out, notwithstanding the
advice they had received to abandon the house.  My father broke to them,
as gently as possible, the sad intelligence we brought, as poor Juanita
was utterly unable to do so.

Donna Maria, it seemed to me, would never get over it.  For many days
and nights her daughters, overcoming their own anxieties, were in
constant attendance on her.

The poor girls, though they mourned for their father and brother, were,
I knew, troubled about Rochford and Captain Norton.  Lejoillie had gone
on, as he said, to finish his visit to Judge Shurtleff at Roseville,
that settlement being one of the very few which had escaped an attack
from the Indians, owing to the due precautions taken by the inhabitants.

Several weeks passed away.  Donna Maria appeared to be slowly
recovering; but it was evident that she still remained in a very
precarious condition.  The judge and Mrs. Shurtleff kindly sent up to
invite one or both of my cousins and me to pay them a visit.  They,
however, declined the invitation, being unwilling to leave their mother.
My father, guessing that I was getting somewhat weary of being shut up
within the narrow boundary of the little island, advised me to return in
the boat which brought the messenger, but desiring me to come back again
in a few days, lest he should require my services.  He had not expected
to remain so long in the country, but while Donna Maria continued so
ill, he was unwilling to speak about their arrangements for the future.
I accordingly set off, and arriving at Roseville was received very
kindly by the judge and his wife, who had heard as much of our
adventures as Lejoillie was able to give them.  They spoke in great
admiration of the gallant way in which Rochford had rescued Juanita.

"Brave fellow! noble fellow!" exclaimed the judge.  "I only wish that he
had got over his somewhat wild notions of helping the Indians and
<DW64>s.  He can do them no good, and will only run a great risk of
getting into trouble himself."

"He would not have gained that influence over them which enabled him to
rescue my cousin, if he had not attempted to help the Indians," I
observed.  "Probably no other white man in the country could have done
so.  I only wish that he was safe back again here or at Castle Kearney."

I found Lejoillie very busy in obtaining specimens of natural history;
but he ran a great risk, in his excursions, of being caught and scalped
by any Indians who might be prowling about.  The Roseville militia were,
however, always on the alert.

I had nearly stayed out my time at the judge's, when a hunter belonging
to the place, who, notwithstanding the unsettled state of the country,
continued the pursuit of game, often at long distances from the
settlement, brought word that he had come upon the lately-deserted camp
of a considerable body of Indians or blacks.  He suspected, he said,
from the numerous bones of deer and fowl scattered about, that they were
provided with fire-arms and might have some evil intentions towards the
settlement.  He had followed up the trail, and found them again
encamped, but had not ventured near enough to ascertain their numbers
and character.  He advised, therefore, that a party should be sent out
to surprise and disperse them, which he was of opinion could easily be
done by surrounding their camp at night.  When I heard this account, I
was almost convinced that the party were those blacks who had placed
themselves under Rochford, and that he, of course, would not permit them
to injure the settlers.  I did not, however, feel sufficiently certain
that Rochford was with them to allow me to express this opinion; but I
begged permission to accompany the expedition, which was willingly
granted me.  It was not expected to last many days, and I hoped still to
get back before I was wanted by my father.  The Roseville Rifles,
commanded by Captain Seth Nockelles, to whom I was introduced by the
judge, wore as uniform broad-brimmed straw hats and shooting-jackets,
with belts round their waists, in which they stuck their bowie-knives
and pistols, while they carried their long rifles slung across their
backs.  We took with us several powerful blood-hounds, such as I have
before described.

I have already given so many accounts of marches through the country,
that I must not fill up my journal with a description either of the
scenery or the adventures we met with.  At this time a strong force of
regular troops had compelled the Indians to evacuate the eastern part of
the country, and had, it was supposed, driven the larger number
westward, so that we did not expect to meet the enemy in any
considerable force.  We therefore advanced with confidence, though we
sent out scouts, as usual, to avoid the risk of being surprised.  We had
thus pushed on for four or five days, when one of the scouts brought
word that he saw the smoke of a fire ascending apparently from the midst
of a thick wood, which was, in his opinion, very likely to shelter an
enemy.  It was considered advisable, therefore, to enter cautiously,
feeling our way as we advanced.  As we got to the borders, the dogs were
loosened and sent in, and we followed knowing that they would give us
timely notice should they come upon an enemy.  We had not got far when
we heard several shots; but no bullets came near us.

"The dogs must have shown themselves, and, depend upon it, those shots
were aimed at them," observed our leader.  "Come on, lads! or the rebels
will be making their escape by the other side of the wood, and we shall
have no chance of meeting them."

We accordingly pushed on through the dense foliage, Captain Nockelles, a
hardy backwoodsman, leading.  Soon I caught sight of a couple of blacks,
and a white man with a pistol in his hand standing before them, while
two of the blood-hounds lay dead at his feet.  The blacks held their
rifles ready for action.  On seeing the white man, our captain,
refraining from firing as I thought he would do, shouted out--

"Who are you?"


"A friend!" answered the stranger, stepping forward, when what was my
surprise to recognise Rochford, though no longer in hunter's guise, but
dressed as he was when staying at Roseville.  The blacks had in the
meantime lowered their weapons, but showed no inclination to follow
their leader.

"What brought you here, my fine fellow?" exclaimed the militia captain,
looking hard at Rochford.

"I was on my way to Roseville, with my two attendants; and if you mean
to return there soon, I shall be very glad to accompany you," answered
Rochford.

"You cannot expect us to believe that story," cried the captain; "but
whether you do or do not, you and your black fellows must go back with
us to Roseville, and we shall then find out who you and they are.  My
idea is that they are runaway slaves, and that you are the Britisher
who, it is said, has been encouraging them."

As he said this, he turned round and ordered some of his men to arrest
the blacks, who suddenly sprung back, and disappeared behind a thicket.

"Tell those fellows to stop," cried the captain to Rochford.

"They are free agents, and I cannot interfere with their movements,"
answered the latter.

"What should you say if we were to hang you on the next tree for
refusing?" exclaimed the captain.  "Call them back, I say, or take the
consequences."

"Even though I wished to do so, I have no right to exercise any
influence over them.  If you hang me you will be guilty of murder.  I am
perfectly ready to go with you, and will give you my word of honour that
I will do so without attempting to escape," replied our friend calmly.

The captain, notwithstanding what Rochford had said, became more
violent; and fearing that he would proceed to extremities, I thought it
time to interfere, so stepping forward, I said--

"I know this gentleman, and I am very sure that he has no intention of
committing any illegal act.  Judge Shurtleff is also well acquainted
with him; as is Captain Norton, to whom he is related."

"All very fine, Mr. Kearney; but people don't go about the country with
a troop of blacks at their heels without intending mischief.  If he
won't order those <DW64>s to give themselves up, we must try and catch
them.  If we can't do so, it will have a very ugly look for him."

But the blacks were active and cunning, and knew the country, which was
more than their pursuers did.  The latter, after a long chase, came back
declaring that not a <DW65> could they find, and swearing at the trouble
which had been given them.

So angry were they with Rochford, that had I not energetically
interfered, it would have gone hard with him.  I at length, however,
persuaded the captain to carry him before Judge Shurtleff.  The party
indeed were anxious to get out of the wood as soon as possible, for we
had already gone further in pursuit of the supposed rebels than was
intended; and as no other camp could be found in the neighbourhood
besides the small one lately formed by Rochford and his attendants, our
leader was pretty well satisfied that it would be useless to continue
the search.  In spite of my representations, he treated Rochford as a
prisoner, making him march between two armed men, who were ordered to
shoot him should he attempt to run away.  When we halted at night,
greatly to my indignation, they lashed his arms behind him, so that he
could neither sit nor lie down with any comfort.

Rochford bore this ill-treatment without complaint.  "Thus end all my
schemes for the amelioration of the red and black races of this hapless
country," he said to me, as I was sitting near him, which I was allowed
to do.  "I found them very different, I confess, to what I expected.
With some noble qualities, the Indians are savage in the extreme; and
the blacks must be educated before they are fit to take care of
themselves.  I have, however, more hope of them than I have of the
Indians."

I was not sorry to hear Rochford say this, as I trusted that he would
now be induced to abandon his wild schemes, and turn his attention to a
more profitable employment of his time.

Captain Nockelles, who was exceedingly vexed at the escape of the
blacks, refused, notwithstanding my representations, to set my friend at
liberty.  I undertook to be answerable for his making no attempt to
escape; but all I could say had no effect, and Rochford was kept with
his arms pinioned, unless when two men were standing by him with loaded
rifles in their hands.  Our journey was therefore a far from pleasant
one.  Rochford found it very disagreeable; and I felt greatly annoyed at
the way he was treated; but as I should have been accused of mutiny had
I made any further attempt to get him released, I was obliged, as he
was, to submit.  He begged me not to make myself unhappy about him.

"It will be over in a few days," he remarked; "and I trust I shall be
able to exonerate myself from the absurd charges which may be brought
against me.  The very fact that I had assumed a civilised costume,
proves that I was about to return to the settlement.  Had I been
captured dressed as a hunter, at the head of a party of blacks or
Indians, my conduct might have been open to suspicion."

I was very glad when at last the buildings of Roseville appeared in
sight; though somewhat annoyed when Captain Nockelles ordered me to
remain with the main body, while he took his prisoner, under charge of a
guard, before Judge Shurtleff.  I begged to go likewise, urging that
there was no possible reason why I should remain behind, when I had not
even a command in the regiment.  At last, not having the face longer to
refuse me, he consented, and I followed the party which had gone on
before.

Our old friend was seated in his judicial chair, at a small table, with
pen, ink, and paper before him.  I arrived just in time to hear him say,
"A rebel caught in the very act.  Bring him in--bring him in."  And
Rochford, with Captain Nockelles on one side, and a guard armed with a
brace of pistols on the other advanced towards the table.

"What! a white man having the audacity to induce blacks to rebel against
the authority of the State!" exclaimed the judge not recognising him.
"What have you to say to this accusation?"

Rochford seemed to have an idea that the judge intended to ignore any
former acquaintance with him, and replied--

"It has not been proved that I am a rebel; and I certainly had no
intention of committing any act contrary to the laws of the United
States."

"Bless my heart! are you my friend Rochford?" exclaimed the judge,
jumping up, almost overturning the table in his eagerness to shake
hands.  "Gentlemen, there is some mistake here.  Mr. Rochford came out
with me from England, and I know him to be a thoroughly honest and
excellent young man.  He cannot possibly be guilty of the crime of which
you charge him.  Set him at liberty immediately.  These ropes must make
him feel very uncomfortable."  And the judge commenced pulling away at
the knots, not thereby expediting his object; which Captain Nockelles,
finding he had made a mistake, very quickly accomplished.  The judge
then shook Rochford warmly by the hand.  "I am very sure that our friend
here will be able to give a satisfactory account of himself, although he
might not have been inclined to explain matters when he found himself
treated as he has been.  You'll come and dine with me, Captain
Nockelles, and I will hear all about it.  You will meet the great
naturalist Lejoillie, who knows Mr. Rochford as well as I do, and who
will, I am sure, answer for his being a person of high character, and
not at all likely to commit any act unworthy of a man of honour.--Oh!
there's my friend Kearney.  Glad to see you back, my boy.  You'll join
us.  I must then send you to Castle Kearney, as your father is anxious
to have you back to assist in looking after your young cousins, who,
poor girls, will not only have to mourn the loss of their father and
brother, but of their mother also, of whose life, I fear, there is but
little hope."

I was very sorry to receive this latter piece of information, though it
did not prevent me joining the party at the judge's dinner-table, where
Rochford was seated as an honoured guest, instead of being, as his
captors expected, sent off to the State prison.  Little Paul was brought
in after dinner, and the company were informed of the gallant way in
which Rochford had saved his life at the hazard of his own.

My friend gave us an account of his adventures among the Indians and
blacks, which fully satisfied the patriotic militia captain that he had
no hostile intentions towards the Government of the United States.

After dinner, I found that a boat was in readiness to carry me to Castle
Kearney.

"Our friend Rochford will, I suspect, be happy to accompany you," said
the judge.  "It will be as well for him to get out of this place, in
case any disagreeable gentlemen should take it into their heads that he
has been too leniently dealt with.  And, in truth, the sooner he leaves
the country, perhaps, the better; though we shall be delighted to see
him back again when affairs are more settled, and this Seminole war has
been brought to a close."

I was not exactly surprised to find that Rochford was very willing to
follow the judge's advice.

Wishing the judge, his wife, and their friends good-bye, we embarked
shortly before sunset, and were able to continue our journey at night
without difficulty.  As we approached Castle Kearney, we were hailed by
a voice which I recognised as that of Tim Flanagan, who was keeping
watch on the castle walls.  On hearing my reply, he quickly descended to
the little postern-gate to admit us.

"Sure, I'm glad to see you back, Mr. Maurice, and you, Mr. Rochford,
though I've bad news to welcome you with about the misthress.  She's
gone, sir, she's gone.  An' the young ladies are in a sad way; so that
the captain finds it a hard matter to comfort them, an' he'll be glad to
have you to help him."

On ascending to the upper floor, we met my father, who gave a cordial
welcome to Rochford.  My aunt, he told us, had died that morning, never
having recovered from the loss of her husband and son.  The young ladies
bore up as well as could be expected, and he hoped that we should be
able to assist in consoling them.  Notwithstanding the report that the
Indians had been driven westward, he considered it prudent to maintain a
strict watch in the castle, lest another attempt might be made by her
Indian admirer to carry off Juanita.

"I congratulate myself on having come to assist you, sir," said
Rochford.  "Although, when I first came to the country, my wish was to
benefit the natives, I would treat them as my worst enemies should they
make so audacious an attempt."

"I will trust you, Mr. Rochford," said my father, smiling.

Our friend insisted on taking his turn as one of the sentries, and I
felt very sure that the castle would not be surprised during his watch.

Early in the morning after our arrival my poor aunt was interred in the
centre of the garden, as there was no grave-yard near to which she could
be carried.

My father was now very anxious to return home as soon as possible, and
he invited my two cousins, according to their father's wish, to
accompany him.  Juanita was willing enough to go, but Rita showed much
disinclination to leave Florida, though, at the same time, she had no
wish to be separated from her sister.  My father explained that by his
brother's will he had no choice in the matter.  He must either take them
with him, or remain with them in the country.  The property, however,
could only be disposed of at a great loss while the troubles with the
Indians continued.  He proposed, therefore, returning in the course of
two or three years to settle their affairs.  This arrangement somewhat
satisfied Rita, though she still implored me to try and persuade my
father to remain.  I, as may be supposed, was very willing to do so, as
I liked the country, and hoped to meet with more adventures.  Rochford
was quite ready to remain, for he had every reason to believe that he
had won Juanita's affections.  How my father might ultimately have acted
I cannot say, for matters were settled in a way we little expected.  The
sun had set, and we were seated at supper--the pleasantest meal of the
day in that hot climate.  My cousins had somewhat recovered their
spirits, and Rochford was doing his utmost to make himself agreeable,
when Tim walked into the room, rifle in hand, with his usual military
air, and making a salute, said--

"Capt'n, if ye please, step up to the gallery on the west side an' take
a look-out.  I was peering over the drawbridge, when I caught sight of
some creatures moving among the plantations; either they're wolves or
Injins."

"Indians!" we exclaimed in chorus, my father, Rochford, and I jumping
up.

"Do not allow honest Tim's report to alarm you," said Rochford to my
cousins; "he has very likely mistaken a few stray cattle for an army of
Indians.  At all events, let me entreat you to remain quietly here until
we ascertain the true state of the case."

I repeated what Rochford said, and then hurried up to the gallery, where
I found my father and Tim, with three or four of the other men.  They
were crouching down so as not to expose themselves to the view of those
below.  Rochford and I, doing the same, looked through the loopholes
left for the purpose.  Though the night was somewhat dark, by watching
attentively we could distinguish a number of figures darting here and
there among the trees, making their way towards us, evidently
endeavouring, if possible, to keep themselves concealed as much as
possible from sight.

"That these are Indians I have no doubt, and also that they have come
here with hostile intent; so we must be prepared for them," whispered my
father.--"Rochford, I leave you in charge of the gallery; do not fire,
however, until the enemy show an intention of attacking the house.--
Maurice, I must leave you and Tim, with two hands, to work the guns
above the entrance.  I will station the other men where they can best
defend the approaches."

All these arrangements were quickly made.  It was pretty evident that
the Indians fancied that they were undiscovered.  We lay down under
cover of the balustrade, which was of a thickness impenetrable to
bullets.  We could distinguish the figures of the Indians, as they
emerged from the wood in the distance, stealing nearer and nearer the
water which separated us from the mainland.  It was very evident that
they were in strong force, and fully expected to surprise the castle.
We waited for my father's word to open fire.  As yet, indeed, none of
those near had shown themselves, being concealed by the shrubs which
grew on the farther shore, and which, we were thus shown, ought long ago
to have been cut down.

There had been no light on the west side of our house, the windows of
the sitting-room opening in the opposite direction, so that probably the
Indians supposed we were all fast asleep.  We kept a profound silence.
The time seemed very long; and had I not been assured that I had seen
human beings moving about, I should have fancied that we must have been
mistaken.

I was waiting, ready to fire, when I heard the door leading to the
platform open.  Looking round, I saw my two cousins.

"What is happening?" exclaimed Juanita.

Rita asked a similar question.

"Go back! go back!"  I cried out, louder than I ought to have spoken;
"the enemy are close at hand."

Scarcely were the words out of my mouth than an arrow whistled through
the air.  For a moment the dreadful thought seized me that one of them
had been struck; but the missile was quivering in the woodwork above
their heads.  They quickly retreated, and I heard the door closed behind
them.  I calculated the spot from which the arrow had been shot, and
with the help of my companions, training my gun towards it, fired.

Before the sound had died away, the most fearful yells and shrieks rose
from the brushwood before us.  Showers of arrows, mingled with bullets,
came pinging against the walls, the bright flashes from the Indians'
muskets lighting up the whole shore.  Tim was not slow to follow my
example; and at the same moment the rest of the garrison began blazing
away at our enemies, although it was difficult to distinguish them among
the brushwood, behind which they took good care to conceal themselves.
We were well sheltered; but this sort of work might continue until the
whole of our ammunition was exhausted.  Though we had every reason to
believe that some of our bullets took effect, it was impossible to
ascertain what number of the enemy were killed; their fire, however, did
not appear to diminish.  They probably calculated on our having no large
amount of ammunition, and intended to make their assault when they found
our fire slackening.  It occurred to me, while I was working away at my
gun, that we ought to ascertain what quantity of ammunition we
possessed.  I asked Tim if he knew.

"Sure there was enough to defend the place for a whole day or more, when
we first came here; but I don't know how much your uncle and his party
carried away with them, or whether any has been used since.  It is to be
hoped the Redskins won't be any better off than we are in this respect,
and will soon get tired of blazing away to no purpose," he answered.

I was not satisfied, however, and was anxious to go and ascertain, that
we might, at all events, reserve some for an emergency.

We had been exchanging fire with the enemy for nearly an hour, when I
observed some bright flashes of light circling over our heads.

"Arrah! now, they haven't got rockets with them?" cried Tim.

"No, these are more dangerous even than rockets," I answered.  "They are
sending fiery arrows on to the roof.  Should any fall where they cannot
be got at, they may set the place in a blaze.  I must go and let my
father know, as he may not have observed them."

Making my way to the door so as not to expose myself, I opened it and
sprang in.  Hurrying down to where my father was directing the men in
the lower part of the building, I told him what was taking place.  I
mentioned also my apprehensions in regard to the limited amount of
ammunition we possessed.

"I am afraid you are right, Maurice.  We must hope to drive the Indians
away before the whole is exhausted," he answered.  "Come with me; we
must try to prevent these fire-brands doing any damage."

We were ascending to the top of the building, when we met my cousins in
the passage.

"O uncle! what is happening?  Cannot we help you in some way?" exclaimed
Juanita.

"Not without more risk than I would desire you to run," answered my
father.  "I don't wish to alarm you, but I would advise you to collect
the valuables you possess, so that you may preserve them should it be
necessary to leave the house, which the Indians are trying their best to
set fire to.  They may not succeed; but if they do, it will become
untenable.  Now, brave girls, do as I bid you, and wait in the room next
the garden, so that we may run out quickly if necessary."

I should have mentioned that there was on the north side of the house a
little dock or harbour, in which the boats belonging to the estate were
kept.  The largest had that very morning been got ready to carry us and
our baggage to Roseville, in case we should determine to go; while there
were three others sufficient to hold all the people on the island.  We
had thus, should we be reduced to extremity, the means of escaping.

My father and I now hurried up to the top of the house.  While he
examined one side, I looked to the other.  What was my dismay, as I
passed close under the roof, to find our worst fears realised.  Already
sparks in thick showers were falling down on the north side of the
building.  Through a small hole I could see the flames flickering up,
while the fire was running along the planks with which the roof was
lined.  I hurried over to tell my father.

"The fire has burst out on the other side also!" he exclaimed; "and I
have no hope of extinguishing the flames.  No water which we could bring
up could do it."

We had no time to exchange further words, for wreaths of thick smoke
were descending, filling the place where we stood, and we had quickly to
make our way down to avoid suffocation.

"Call Tim and the men from the guns; they will not be able to serve them
much longer," said my father.  "But we must defend the lower story as
long as we can.  I will prepare your cousins.  We shall have but few
minutes, I fear, to get away."

I hurried out to obey my father's directions, and tell Tim what had
happened.

"Let me have but another shot or two at the Redskin rascals.  See what
they're about!" he exclaimed.

I looked down, and could distinguish a number of figures dragging
forward some long trunks of trees, with which they either intended to
form a bridge or float themselves across.  Tim and the other men fired,
but the Indians did not appear to be disconcerted; indeed, the shot from
the small cannon did little more damage than the bullets from the
rifles.  Had they been placed on a lower level, they would have been
much more effective.

Before the guns could be again loaded, sparks in thick showers began to
descend from the roof, and unhappily some fell among our cartridges.  An
explosion followed, severely injuring one of our men.  To stay longer
where we were would have been madness.  We therefore retreated through
the door, amidst a volley of bullets and arrows, dragging the poor
wounded fellow with us.  I told his companion to carry him into the
garden, while Tim and I hastened downstairs to assist Rochford; for the
men in the lower story were as yet not aware that the building was on
fire.  When I told them, some showed an inclination to escape; but urged
by Rochford, Tim, and me, who set them the example, they continued
firing away as before through the loopholes.  We could, of course, see
but little of what was going on in front of us, but we guessed, by the
shouts of the Indians, that they were aware of the progress the flames
were making.  The hot fire we kept up, however, compelled them to remain
under shelter.  We were now joined by my father, who ordered me to take
four of the men, that we might get the boats ready and the gates opened
which enclosed them in the dock.  He begged Rochford to take charge of
the ladies, while he and Tim remained to the last to cover our retreat,
so that the Indians might not discover that we were about to abandon the
house, I lost no time in executing his orders, desiring the men to carry
along with them their wounded comrade.  The Indians were probably not
aware that we had the means of escaping.  At all events they had not, as
far as we could see, succeeded in their attempt to reach the shore of
the island, which they might have done on logs of wood, or by swimming
across--at the risk, however, of being caught by alligators, had the
saurians not been driven to a distance by the noise of the shouts and
firing.  Just after we had reached the dock, and were getting the oars
ready for use, I saw, to my great relief, Rochford and my two cousins
approaching, followed by three female servants and several other women,
carrying whatever valuable property they could lay hands on.

Already the flames were bursting out from all sides in the upper part of
the house.  In another minute or two the whole roof would, I feared,
come crashing down.  I looked anxiously for my father and Tim, but the
continued crack of their rifles showed that they were still at their
posts.

"Oh, they will be burnt, they will be burnt!" cried my cousins, as they
saw the flames rapidly encircling the building.

I was on the point of hastening back to warn them, when Rochford sprang
forward.

"I will do it.  Get all hands ready for a start;" and before I could
answer, he was already half-way across the garden.

I had still much to do.  My first care was to place my cousins and the
servants in the large boat, and to distribute the women in the others,
while I ordered the men on board, and got the gates of the dock opened;
which required considerable exertion, as the lower parts had to be
forced through the mud which had collected at the bottom.  The burning
house afforded us light enough for all that was required.

At length the firing ceased.  As I turned my eyes towards the building,
it seemed as if no one could exist within it, for now, from every story,
either flames or smoke were bursting forth.  Again and again I looked.
Had it not been my duty to remain and protect my cousins, I should not
have been able to refrain from hastening back to the house.  A cry of
dismay rose from my cousins and those around me, when a loud crash was
heard, and flames, brighter than before, rose from the centre of the
building.  The roof had fallen in.  I was almost giving way to despair,
when I caught sight of several persons hurrying forward from among the
trees.  At length I recognised my father, Rochford, and Tim among them.
They were carrying three wounded men, having, I found, been compelled to
abandon the bodies of two others who had fallen.  My father and Tim were
both wounded, and several others were more or less hurt, but they said
nothing.

"On board, my lads, and shove off without delay!--Maurice, do you take
charge of one of the boats; and, Tim, go in the other, and tumble
overboard all those things if you find that they hamper you.  Now, shove
off, and give way, boys," he continued, as he sprang on board the boat
into which Rochford had already stepped and taken the stroke oar.  I
followed as closely as I could; and Tim's boat brought up the rear.  The
smaller boats being lighter, we were able to keep good way with the
larger.

"Keep up with us, Maurice," shouted my father; "I took a look around
just as I came away, and caught sight of several objects in the
distance, which I feel pretty sure are canoes.  The Indians have
evidently brought them down."

The island had hitherto concealed us from the enemy; but the blaze of
the burning house casting its glare across the water, now revealed us to
their sight, as we knew by the shots which dropped into the water astern
of us.  But we were already too far off to be reached, and I heard Tim
cry out--

"Ye'll spend your powder to no purpose, my boys; so I'd be askin' ye to
reserve your fire until ye can get some one within your reach."

The effect, however, was to make our crews still further exert
themselves.

It was melancholy to see the house, one of the largest in the country,
fiercely blazing away.  Our only satisfaction was that the Indians would
be disappointed, not only of us, but of any booty they might have
expected to obtain.

We had still the danger my father apprehended of being pursued; and at
length, looking astern, I caught sight of several canoes filled with
Indians, on which the bright flames of the burning house cast a ruddy
glare and brought them clearly into view.

That they had intended to land on the island and take the castle in the
rear I had little doubt; but finding that we had made our escape, they
resolved on capturing us.  Urged by numerous paddles, they made greater
way through the water than we did.  We had one advantage over them,
however, that, should they approach near, a few bullets would send them
to the bottom.  They might, however, before this kill or wound many of
our party, exposed as we were, crowded together in the open boat.

Our men pulled away for their lives.  I told Tim to steer close to me,
so that I might place our boat between the savages and that containing
my cousins.  Unhappily our ammunition was very low.  The party who had
been defending the house to the last had expended all their powder, and
Tim and I, with a few other men, had only two or three rounds a-piece.
My father, recollecting this, ordered us not to fire a shot until the
enemy came near, and then to aim rather at the canoes than the men; for
even should we not sink them, we might compel their crews to cease
paddling while they stopped the holes made by our bullets.  Brave as the
Indians are on land, they are not willing in general to expose
themselves; so I was surprised at the daring way in which our pursuers
came on.  They were getting, indeed, disagreeably near, and I expected
every moment to hear my father order us to fire.  Of course, even when
they should come up to us, we might defend ourselves and beat them off,
and our strongly-built boats would then give us an advantage over their
light canoes.  Still the struggle would be a fearful one.  We were
hampered by several women and the numerous articles which they had
brought.

Already the Indians had begun to fire; but their bullets fell short,
their powder probably being none of the best.  In a few minutes,
however, unless we could sink their canoes, they would be up with us.  I
tried the effect of one shot; but though I am sure I hit the canoe
between wind and water, the Indians in her did not cease paddling; and I
was afraid of throwing another shot away by making a second attempt.

I won't say how I felt--and it was too dark to see the countenances of
those in my boat--but I know that they pulled until I thought that the
oars would break with the vehemence of their strokes.  A few minutes
more went by.  The enemy were gaining on us, for a couple of shots
struck the stern of my boat.  In a few more minutes they would be
alongside, and then the desperate struggle would begin.  When we had
discharged our last shots, we should have only the butts of our rifles
and our knives with which to defend ourselves against the muskets and
axes of the Indians.  Just as I was about to despair, a shout, coming
from the direction in which we were pulling, greeted our ears.

"Hurrah!" cried Tim; "none but white men could have raised that cry."

It was repeated, and presently we saw emerging from the darkness several
boats, apparently of large size, full of men.  On they came, slowly.
The Indians must have seen them too; for without waiting to give us a
parting salute, they turned round their canoes, and paddled away up the
stream as fast as they could go.  In another minute we found ourselves
up to three boats, each containing a dozen or more men, commanded by
Captain Norton, who told us that he had received information of the
intention of the Indians to attack Castle Kearney; that his party being
too small to intercept them, he had resolved to come by water to our
relief as the quickest mode of reaching us.  He expressed his regret at
not having arrived in time to preserve the house; though it was very
doubtful what would have been our fate had he not followed out his idea
of coming by water.  I heard my cousins assuring him how grateful they
were, and they seemed much disappointed when they found that he intended
to continue on, and endeavour to punish the enemy for their attack on
Castle Kearney.  For fear, however, that the Indians might turn round
and again attack us, he considered that his duty would allow him to
escort us part of the way to Roseville, where he told us the militia
were under arms, ready to repel any assault which might be made on the
place.  At length, with much regret, we saw him and his party proceed up
the river, while we continued on our course to Roseville.  Here we were
received with much kindness and sympathy by the worthy judge and his
wife.  Our wounded men were looked after, and the rest kindly taken care
of by the different inhabitants.  We were still, however, not free from
anxiety about Captain Norton and his party.

On the evening of the following day he returned, saying that on
approaching Castle Kearney, although the house was still burning, he
found that the enemy had fled, having evidently been warned by the
Indians in the canoes of the approach of a military force.  Being unable
to land until daylight, he found, on getting ashore, that pursuit was
useless.

We were now waiting the arrival of the steamer which was to convey us
the first part of the voyage I must pass over several days.  Juanita had
promised, with my father's sanction, to become the wife of Rochford soon
after our arrival in Ireland; which I was very glad to hear.  All doubts
about making the journey were now at an end, as we had no house to live
in.  Rita appeared unusually sad, and although Mrs. Shurtleff invited
her to remain, she refused to quit her sister.  Rita's spirits, however,
suddenly revived; and Juanita told me the next day that her sister had
accepted an offer from Captain Norton to marry her as soon as the war
was over, and he could with honour retire from the service.  Meantime
she would be very happy to pay a visit to the Old World and see
something of its wonders.  With the assistance of our friend the judge,
an honest overseer was found, to whose care the estate was left.

At length we arrived safely in Ireland.  Juanita fulfilled her promise,
and became Mrs. Rochford.  But nearly three years passed by, and still
the Seminoles held out, in spite of the large force brought against
them.  The history is a sad one, and I would rather not touch upon it.
At length we received the satisfactory intelligence from Captain Norton
that the war was over; and he soon after arrived to claim Rita as his
wife.  And I cannot better conclude my narrative than by giving a brief
account of the contest as described by him; of the way, melancholy as it
was, in which a race of brave aborigines--for I will not call them
savages--was finally driven from the territory:--"You remember the
Indian Powell, or Oceola, as his countrymen called him.  Though not a
chief by birth, he was one of their bravest warriors, and was loved and
respected as a chieftain.  Their nominal head was Omatla.  Though not
esteemed as a warrior, he was sagacious and crafty.  His character being
known, the Government won him over, by a bribe of several thousand
dollars, to put his name to a treaty which had been prepared.  In vain,
however, he tried to induce his subordinate chiefs to follow his
example.  At length a place of meeting was appointed, and Omatla, with
those he had won over, appeared.  The treaty was spread out on a table
before him; he advanced and signed it; but scarcely had he done so than
a bullet from Oceola's rifle pierced his bosom.  It was the signal to
the rest of the hostile chiefs to fire, and he fell, six more shots
having struck him.  Oceola and his warriors, springing on their steeds,
fled towards the desert, leaving the parchment behind them.  It was
carried to Washington as a proof that the property had been legally
purchased.  He who kills a chief, unless forthwith slain, becomes
himself leader of the tribe.  All the Seminoles, immediately gathering
round the standard of Oceola, hailed him as their leader.  For six years
did the brave chief set our troops at defiance.  All sorts of stratagems
were employed to capture him, but cunning as he was brave, he avoided
them.  It was resolved at length to make a last effort; and an officer,
whose name I will not mention, undertook to capture Oceola by a
stratagem which it is impossible otherwise than to condemn.  The chief
received notice that the Government were willing to enter into a fair
and honourable treaty with him and his people.  He too was anxious to
terminate the unequal contest.  Addressing his chiefs, he expressed his
willingness to go forward alone and meet those who had so long proved
his relentless foes.  To this proposal his friends would not consent;
but they finally agreed that he, with four of his principal chiefs and
two hundred warriors as a body-guard, should meet the Government agent,
Oceola advanced with a flag of truce at the end of a long spear--the
only weapon among all the band.  Seeing the number of troops in front,
he hesitated, when the agent observing this, advanced also, holding a
flag of truce.  Oceola, to show his confidence in the honour of his
former foes, dashed forward, his unarmed followers pressing after him.
On either side were thick woods.  Suddenly from among them appeared
strong bodies of soldiers.  Oceola and his party were surrounded.  He
was dragged from his horse, and he and all his attendants made
prisoners.  In vain he protested, as indeed did every soldier, that such
treachery was unwarrantable.  The prize had been obtained.  The
interests of the public required that Oceola and his chiefs should
remain prisoners.  Fetters were placed on their limbs, and they were
carried off as captives.  But such they did not long continue; for
accustomed to roam the desert wilds and to breathe the pure air of
heaven in untrammelled freedom, they pined within their prison walls.
Oceola sunk first; the rest soon followed him to the grave; and with the
exception of a few scattered families, the survivors of the Seminoles
were compelled to follow the Creeks and Cherokees across the
Mississippi."

We could not help regretting that no attempts had been made to spread
the truths of Christianity among the Seminoles, and that a happier fate
had not been the destiny of the brave Oceola.

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