The youth was sincere, for it had flashed upon him like an inspiration when their eyes first met, that she was born for him, and he for her.  They were married in heaven, ages ago.  It came like a word from the Infinite to these kindred souls.  A sudden rent in the veil of darkness which surrounds us manifests things unseen.  Such visions sometimes effect a transformation in those whom they visit, converting a poor camel driver into a Mohammed, a peasant girl tending goats, into a Joan of Arc.

This love-flash from the invisible blent these two hitherto widely separated souls into one, even as the positive electricity leaps through the spaces to find the negative, and when met, dissolves the separateness into a harmonious oneness which can never be sundered.  The unsophisticated Indian maiden went her way, thrilling with the thought that her heart is in his bosom, and his in hers, useless one without the other.

The white youth was suddenly changed from an idle, wandering, purposeless dreamer, into a fearless lover, ready to face death itself to secure the object of his worship, and he sauntered back to his hut with no flinching from the many dangers which surrounded him.

There a black slave met him, bearing an abundant feast.  “Eat,” said the negro, “and then go to the lodge of Tiger-tail, the largest in the village, with the skin of a tiger stretched on the door.”

As soon as Henry had assuaged his hunger, he hastened to obey the summons.  As before, no human being noticed him, and he walked to the wigwam, knocked on the door-post, and answering the “come” from within, entered.  To his astonishment, the giant leader was evidently trying to read a newspaper, but took no notice of his entrance for some minutes, when he suddenly said: 

“What is this?” pointing to a line of what Henry saw was the message to Congress of the President of the United States.  The chief watched closely as his captive slowly read: 

“The Seminole Indians have been driven by our troops to their fastnesses in the swamps of the Everglades, and it is for Congress to decide whether they shall be further punished for their outbreak.”

The chief slowly rose to his frill height, and walked in silence for a long time, when he turned to our hero, and fastened upon him his eagle eyes.  “Humph,” at length he muttered, “the pale-face rob Seminole of everything else, now he follow us here:—­no, the great father must know the truth, you teach me to write him, no white man ever come here and go away to tell, you stay here always; you no speak to any one here but me, you set down, teach me.”

For a long time Henry labored hard to show this remarkable savage how to read and write.  No teacher ever had a more attentive pupil; but it was very difficult for his untutored mind to master these, to him, puzzling hieroglyphics.  At length, Tiger-tail arose, and saying in an exasperated tone: 

“Humph!  Damn!  Me kill something, me mad!  You come here every day when I send for you,” and seizing his rifle, and pointing the youth to go, he strode savagely away into the woods.