p the gavels and
bound them in sheaves and raked the new-mown hay. Health, beauty and
prosperity spread their glory over the lovely scene. The axeman's blows,
that lowered the forest and frightened away the game, were displeasing
to Mayall, and all his thoughts were now turned on finding a new home.
The thought of living in a country where the primeval forest was fast
disappearing, the thick boughs that had sheltered him from the storms
and the green plumes that had waved over his head in summer to protect
him from the scorching rays of the sun in his daily rambles, for so many
years, where the wild game had lived and fattened for his table--all
seemed like departing friends.

Mayall could endure the scene no longer, and started in quest of a new
home. He traversed the country to the north in every direction, with his
gun in his hand and his hunting-knife and tomahawk in his belt.

Thus equipped he wandered over a vast section of country, winding around
lakes and crossing streams, at times climbing the highest hills, there
from some lofty tree-top taking a view of the surrounding country, to
see if the smoke from the cottage of some adventurous settler or that of
the Indian wigwam dimmed the air. He was seeking a lone retreat where
human footsteps seldom fall. At length he learned from an Indian of the
Oneida tribe that he would find that secluded and happy retreat he was
searching for on the head-waters of East Canada Creek, where the
sparkling waters swarmed with speckled trout, where the buck and the
doe, with her fawn, coursed on their runway undisturbed, where beautiful
little lakes nestled among the hills, and abounded with fish and water
fowls, where the green forest in summer reflected its image upon the
waters so smooth and fair, and stamped upon its bosom creation's image,
the sun and clouds reflected in their waters by day and the moon and
stars by night, with the beautiful arch of heaven's high concave.

Whilst conversing with the Indian, his daughter came from his cabin near
by and informed her father that his morning meal was ready, and invited
Mayall to come with her father to breakfast. Mayall was struck with the
youthful simplicity and beauty of the Indian maiden. After they had
enjoyed their delicious meal of venison together, and smoked the long
pipe of peace, Mayall informed the Indian that he had a son equal in
height, years, activity and beauty with the Indian chief's daughter, and
if the chief h