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.
The individual in question was a woman. She was on horseback, and as
she checked her steed to gaze upon the scene before her, she presented
to view a face and form signally beautiful.
A frank, fearless, young face withal, of true maiden modesty. Her hair,
in a rich golden shower of curls, fell over a forehead of snowy
whiteness, and a neck and shoulders admirably rounded.
Her figure was graceful and striking; its contour shown off by the dark
riding-dress she wore.
A hat, with a heron's plume, stuck saucily on one side, covered her
head.
The horse she rode was a Seminole steed--of the Andalusian race--small,
but well proportioned, as evidenced by the arching of its neck, proud of
its fair burden.
She remained for some time silently feasting her senses with the lovely
prospect, herself a charming addition to its interest.
After a while, she gave the reign to her horse, and allowed it, with a
dainty, mincing step to pick its way along the path, occasionally making
a pretence of alarm, pricking up its ears, drawing its head one side,
and doubly arching its pretty neck as some idle butterfly, or
quick-winged humming bird, darted across the road, or rose suddenly from
a bed of wild flowers.
Por a considerable distance the young lady proceeded without adventure
or mischance, whilst her horse, having little affected airs, stepped.
The fair equestrian's thoughts had not, it seemed, undergone any change,
for the same pleasant smile illumined her countenance.
Her thoughts were gay and happy, in unison with the surroundings.
In this mood was she proceeding on her journey.
Suddenly--indeed so suddenly as to cause her alarm--her steed came to a
stop, showing signs of being scared.
His eyeballs were distended, his fore-feet planted stiffly in advance,
his mane standing almost straight, while he trembled in every limb.
Another step, and horse and rider would have suddenly disappeared
beneath the surface of the earth, and for ever.
They were on the brink of one of those subterranean wells, or "rinks,"
common in that part of the country, whose dangerous concavity is
concealed by a light crust of earth; and only by the sudden sinking of
the support beneath him is the unwary traveller apprised of the peril.
Over the covering of the abyss the grass grew as greenly, the flowers
bloomed as brightly as elsewhere.
And yet under that fair seeming was a trap that conducted to death.
In an instant the fair rider comprehended her peril.
To advance would be certain death; to attempt to back her steed upon its
own tracks almost as certain destruction.
She knew but one thing to do, and she did it.
Gently patting the creature's neck she addressed it in soothing words,
whilst with a wary hand she held the bridle, her touch upon the horse's
mouth so delicate that the very breeze might have swayed it.
Her hand did not tremble, nor her eye quail, although the ruddy tinge
upon her cheek had altogether disappeared.
After a time the horse seemed to gain confidence; his tremor became
subdued, and, instead of the wild frenzy in his eye, there was a dull
look, while the foam rose to his nostrils, and sweat bathed his limbs.
She continued to caress his neck, and soothe him with soft words.
Moving neither up nor down, to right or to left, with her delicate hand
she still held the bridle.
But the danger still threatened.
She saw it as she cast her eyes below.
The ground was crumbling slowly but surely beneath the horse's feet, and
a fissure had already opened wide enough to show the deep, black chasm
underneath.
She shuddered, closed her eyes for a second, and then opened them, only
to see the fissure widening--the blackness growing more intense.
A prayer rose up from her lips.
She waited for the catastrophe!
The tension on the horse's nerves became too great.
Again the animal trembled!
Its knees began to yield!
The ground seemed all at once to give from beneath its feet!
His rider felt that she was lost!
No--saved!
Just as her closing eyes saw the courageous animal slide into the black
chasm, and heard its last snort of her terror, she felt herself lifted
from the saddle, borne from the spot, and then--
She knew no more.
She had fainted!