He remembered an old Indian Castle, that once stood at the foot of the mountain.

He thought if he could make his way to this, he would rest contented for a short time.

The mountain air breathed fragrance--a rosy tinge rested on the glassy waters that murmured at its base.

His resolution soon brought him to the remains of the red man's hut: he surveyed with wonder and astonishment the decayed building, which time had buried in the dust, and thought to himself, his happiness was not yet complete.

Beside the shore of the brook sat a young man, about eighteen or twenty, who seemed to be reading some favorite book, and who had a remarkably noble countenance--eyes which betrayed more than a common mind.