Part 18 (1/2)

The hill was once more uninhabited.

A new sort of activity had sprung into existence upon its table top.

In the place of Indians, with their painted plumes and primitive finery, the ground was occupied by white men--carpenters and other artisans, along with their negro attendants.

Piles of prepared lumber, stones, and other building materials strewed the ground, whilst the busy workmen, black and white, made the air resonant with their jocund voices.

A finished frame-house soon made its appearance on the spot where the Indians had but recently dwelt--a large structure, substantially built, and ornamental in finish.

It belonged to Elias Rody.

He had secured the sanction of the settlers, and they had determined to support him in his piratical design. Only a very few of them had stood out against it.

Thus strengthened, he had resolved upon, and had now completed his act of usurpation.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN.

OVER CONFIDENCE.

Oluski's dwelling, in his place of permanent abode, was a more pretentious affair than the wigwam temporarily inhabited by him at Tampa Bay.

This eastern residence was an old Indian town that had been built long before the Spaniards had landed in Florida, and in it his people, for many generations, had dwelt.

The chief having returned from an extended hunting excursion, was pleased to find himself once more beneath his paternal roof.

Doubly pleased; for he had brought back with him his nephew, Wacora, who, thinking of his pretty cousin, had accepted his uncle's invitation with alacrity.

Behold them, then, with pipes lighted, seated inside the house, Sansuta in attendance.

Wacora watched the lithe-limbed maiden; as she flitted to and fro, engaged in household duties, he thought her as attractive as ever. A certain consciousness on her part of the fact, in no way detracted from her beauty.

”I am pleased, nephew,” said Oluski, ”pleased to see you here again. I feel that I am no longer young, the support of your arm in a wearying day's march has been very welcome.”

”It is always at your service, uncle.”

”I am sure of it. If Oluski thought otherwise he would be unhappy.

Your cousin, Sansuta,” addressing his daughter, ”came to see you as much as to bear me company. You should thank him for it.”

”I do.”

”Wacora is thanked already in the smile of welcome that met him in Sansuta's eyes.”

The young girl blushed at the delicate compliment, and, going out, left the two chiefs together.

”You tell me, Wacora, that the affairs of your tribe are prosperous, and that there is peace and harmony in your council chamber?”

”Yes, uncle, the same as in my father's lifetime.”

”That is well, for without that there is no real strength. So it is with us.”