He following afternoon the sun shone fair and warm; the sweet smell of the tan-bark pervaded the air and the birds sang their gladsome songs.

The scene before the grim battle-scarred old fort was not without its picturesqueness.

The low vine-covered cabins on the hill side looked more like picture houses than like real habitations of men; the mill with its burned-out roof--a reminder of the Indians--and its great wheel, now silent and still, might have been from its lonely and dilapidated appearance a hundred years old.
On a little knoll carpeted with velvety grass sat Isaac and his Indian bride.

He had selected this vantage point because it afforded a fine view of the green square where the races and the matches were to take place.

Admiring women stood around him and gazed at his wife.