The red-men fled in panic along the narrow isthmus between the swamps and river straight upon the ambushed army of Jackson, who mowed them down with bullets as falls the grass before the scythes.  The spirits of the Indians were crushed, and the remnant of a once powerful tribe fled into the vast, to the whites, inaccessible everglades, where their descendants now live on their fertile oasis, which is cultivated by their negro slaves, who never heard of Abraham Lincoln, or his proclamation of emancipation.  “Old Hickory” and his gallant soldiers have all the glory; but their heroic allies returned quietly to their huts, their “hog and hominy,” as unconcernedly as if they had done nothing more important than catching a trout or shooting a quail.

The stolidity and patience of the “Cracker” is equalled only by that of “their cousins, the Indians”; I have seen one of them sit for twelve hours continuously in one place fishing without being encouraged by even a little nibble; his face was as placid as that of a mummy which he closely resembles; then suddenly he would pull in scores of trout, but with the same imperturbable composure as before.

Although almost invariably poor so far as money is concerned, owing to their love of ease, these children of nature are proverbially hospitable, and you are welcome as his guest until you eat his last bit of food unless you offer him compensation therefor; if you do that his wrath knows no bounds, as I once found to my sorrow.

I had been wandering with three other horseback riders for a day and night lost in the woods; we were hungry and tired to the verge of collapse, when suddenly up went the heads and tails of our quadruped friends, who neighed with delight, and dashed pell mell toward a huge building or rather connected aggregation of buildings which loomed up on a hill in the pines.  We made the welkin ring with our saluting shouts, but there was no response, the settlement was deserted; we stabled and fed our horses in the near-by barn, and led by a Floridian friend entered the largest house.  Had manna fallen to us from heaven our surprise could not have been greater; a huge table was before us covered with enormous quantities of roasted meats,—­venison, quail, wild turkey, hoe-cakes and fruits galore.  We fell upon the provisions like famished wolves, and when at last our “aching voids” were filled, we were appalled at the havoc we had wrought; still no hosts appeared to welcome or rebuke.

On the wide mantel was a quantity of homemade cigars from which those of us who were “slaves to the filthy weed” made selections, and on the broad piazza were illustrating the wise man’s definition of a cigar, “a roll of nausea with fire on one end and a fool on the other,” when the air resounded with loud reports like pistol-shots and shouts of “whoa, whe, gee,” rebel yells and barking of dogs; then a multitude of cattle dashed into view urged on by a cavalcade of men, women and children.