Chapter Thirteen.
A Subterranean Snare.
A morning in the forest.
What beauty! What delight!
The wild flowers gemmed with dew—the quivering foliage vieing in colour with the emerald sward—the vistas dreamily grey and endless—the air balmy—the light soft and grateful.
What a melody the birds make—a very paradise of sound!
What flashes of splendid blues, reds, and yellows, as they dart from branch to branch!
What a succession of novelties, and charms for eye and ear!
Thoughts like these filled the mind of an individual seen near the settlement on a lovely morning, a few days after the council held by Oluski with his warriors.