ver, not free from
anxiety about Captain Norton and his party.

On the evening of the following day he returned, saying that on
approaching Castle Kearney, although the house was still burning, he
found that the enemy had fled, having evidently been warned by the
Indians in the canoes of the approach of a military force. Being unable
to land until daylight, he found, on getting ashore, that pursuit was
useless.

We were now waiting the arrival of the steamer which was to convey us
the first part of the voyage I must pass over several days. Juanita had
promised, with my father's sanction, to become the wife of Rochford soon
after our arrival in Ireland; which I was very glad to hear. All doubts
about making the journey were now at an end, as we had no house to live
in. Rita appeared unusually sad, and although Mrs. Shurtleff invited
her to remain, she refused to quit her sister. Rita's spirits, however,
suddenly revived; and Juanita told me the next day that her sister had
accepted an offer from Captain Norton to marry her as soon as the war
was over, and he could with honour retire from the service. Meantime
she would be very happy to pay a visit to the Old World and see
something of its wonders. With the assistance of our friend the judge,
an honest overseer was found, to whose care the estate was left.

At length we arrived safely in Ireland. Juanita fulfilled her promise,
and became Mrs. Rochford. But nearly three years passed by, and still
the Seminoles held out, in spite of the large force brought against
them. The history is a sad one, and I would rather not touch upon it.
At length we received the satisfactory intelligence from Captain Norton
that the war was over; and he soon after arrived to claim Rita as his
wife. And I cannot better conclude my narrative than by giving a brief
account of the contest as described by him; of the way, melancholy as it
was, in which a race of brave aborigines--for I will not call them
savages--was finally driven from the territory:--"You remember the
Indian Powell, or Oceola, as his countrymen called him. Though not a
chief by birth, he was one of their bravest warriors, and was loved and
respected as a chieftain. Their nominal head was Omatla. Though not
esteemed as a warrior, he was sagacious and crafty. His character being
known, the Government won him over, by a bribe of several thousand
dollars, to put his name to a treaty which had been prepared. In vain,