Of all this Old Mammy saw nothing, as she was too busy digging among
the ashes of the fire-place for a few live coals. It was only Jean who
witnessed the magnificent sight. She had slipped out of the tent
shortly after her old servant, and had hurried down to the shore for
her morning wash. Here Mother Nature had provided her with basin and
mirror combined in the calm water at her feet. Straight and lithe she
stood, her dark, unbound hair flowing in ripples to her waist. Her
face, turned eastward, was aglow with health and animation, and her
eyes shone with the light of a joyous surprise.

"Isn't it wonderful!" she breathed. "I never saw anything like it.
Why, it's a real fairy-land."

She was startled by a cry from Mammy, and turning quickly around, she
saw the woman pointing excitedly to the big pine tree. The Colonel,
aroused from slumber, had leaped to his feet, and was staring straight
before him as Jean hurried up from the shore.

"What is the matter?" the girl asked.

"Look, look!" Mammy cried, pointing to the tree. "De debbil has been
here."

Jean's eyes were now resting upon the object of the woman's excitement,
and she, too, was filled with astonishment. She stared at the trout
and the arrow, and then looked wonderingly at her father.

"How do you suppose they got there, daddy?" she questioned.

"It was de debbil, I tell ye," Mammy insisted before the Colonel could