The reunion which followed, when we all ran into each other's arms, joyful, yet thrilled with consternation, I will not dwell upon.
We found the dead enemy to be a tall young warrior, hideously painted, and having in his belt a hatchet and a knife.
He had no doubt entered the gully from the swamp, and seeing father at a distance, had attempted to decoy him within gunshot by imitating a wild turkey.
The occasion proved to be the only one on which the Seminole war was brought home to us, as the successes of the United States troops afterward kept the Indians at a distance from our neighborhood.
"WHO'S AFRAID OF A GOOSE?"—Drawn by S. G. McCutcheon.