Chapter Nineteen.
A Changed Scene.
A still greater surprise was in store for the Seminole chief and his tribe.
The Indians stood as if petrified, when they came within eight of the well-known hill.
Upon its table top, and visible for miles around, stood a frame mansion, in all the glitter of fresh paint.
When Oluski first saw it, he uttered an exclamation of agonised anger, at the same time clutching hold of Wacora’s arm; but for its friendly support he had fallen to the ground.
“Look, Wacora; look yonder! What is it we see?”
As he spoke, he passed his hands across his eyes to shade off the sun.
No; they had not deceived him; there was no glamour over them. The sun’s beams were shining brightly upon a house.