Osceola the Seminole: or, The Red Fawn of the Flower Land
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Reid Mayne. Osceola the Seminole: or, The Red Fawn of the Flower Land
Preface
Chapter One. The Flowery Land
Chapter Two. The Indigo Plantation
Chapter Three. The Two Jakes
Chapter Four. The Hommock
Chapter Five. Yellow Jake
Chapter Six. The Alligator
Chapter Seven. The Turtle-Crawl
Chapter Eight. The King Vultures
Chapter Nine. The Bath
Chapter Ten. The “Half-Blood.”
Chapter Eleven. The Chase
Chapter Twelve. A Severe Sentence
Chapter Thirteen. The Chase
Chapter Fourteen. Ringgold’s Revenge
Chapter Fifteen. Maümee
Chapter Sixteen. The Island
Chapter Seventeen. West Point
Chapter Eighteen. The Seminoles
Chapter Nineteen. An Indian Hero
Chapter Twenty. Frontier Justice
Chapter Twenty One. Indian Slaves
Chapter Twenty Two. A Circuitous Transaction
Chapter Twenty Three. Reflections by the Way
Chapter Twenty Four. A Strange Apparition
Chapter Twenty Five. Who Fired the Shot?
Chapter Twenty Six. A Frontier Fort
Chapter Twenty Seven. The Council
Chapter Twenty Eight. The Rising Sun
Chapter Twenty Nine. The Ultimatum
Chapter Thirty. Talk over the Table
Chapter Thirty One. The Traitor Chiefs
Chapter Thirty Two. Shadows in the Water
Chapter Thirty Three. Haj-Ewa
Chapter Thirty Four. A Pretty Plot
Chapter Thirty Five. Light after Darkness
Chapter Thirty Six. In Need of a Friend
Chapter Thirty Seven. The Final Assembly
Chapter Thirty Eight. Cashiering the Chiefs
Chapter Thirty Nine. The Signature of Osceola
Chapter Forty “Fighting Gallagher.”
Chapter Forty One. Provoking a Duel
Chapter Forty Two. The Challenge
Chapter Forty Three. The Assignation
Chapter Forty Four. An Eclaircissement
Chapter Forty Five. Two Duels in One Day
Chapter Forty Six. A Silent Declaration
Chapter Forty Seven. The Captive
Chapter Forty Eight. The War-Cry
Chapter Forty Nine. War to the Knife
Chapter Fifty. Tracing a Strange Horseman
Chapter Fifty One. Who was the Rider?
Chapter Fifty Two. Cold Courtesy
Chapter Fifty Three. My Sister’s Spirit
Chapter Fifty Four. Asking an Explanation
Chapter Fifty Five. The Volunteers
Chapter Fifty Six. Mysterious Changes
Chapter Fifty Seven. My Informant
Chapter Fifty Eight. Old Hickman
Chapter Fifty Nine. A Hasty Messenger
Chapter Sixty. A Lover’s Gift
Chapter Sixty One. The Route
Chapter Sixty Two. A Knock on the Head
Chapter Sixty Three. An Indian Executioner
Chapter Sixty Four. A Banquet with a Bad Ending
Chapter Sixty Five “Dade’s Massacre.”
Chapter Sixty Six. The Battle-Ground
Chapter Sixty Seven. The Battle of “Ouithlacoochee.”
Chapter Sixty Eight. A Victory Ending in a Retreat
Chapter Sixty Nine. Another “Swamp-Fight.”
Chapter Seventy. The Talk
Chapter Seventy One. Mysterious Disappearance of an Army
Chapter Seventy Two. The Condition of Black Jake
Chapter Seventy Three. A Bad Spectacle
Chapter Seventy Four. To the Trail
Chapter Seventy Five. The Alarm
Chapter Seventy Six. A False Alarm
Chapter Seventy Seven “A Split Trail.”
Chapter Seventy Eight. Crossing the Savanna
Chapter Seventy Nine. Groping among the Timber
Chapter Eighty. Signal Shots
Chapter Eighty One. An Empty Camp
Chapter Eighty Two. A Dead Forest
Chapter Eighty Three. A Circular Conflict
Chapter Eighty Four. A Dead Shot by Jake
Chapter Eighty Five. A Meagre Meal
Chapter Eighty Six. A Bullet from Behind
Chapter Eighty Seven. A Jury Amid the Fire
Chapter Eighty Eight. Quick Executioners
Chapter Eighty Nine. An Enemy Unlooked For
Chapter Ninety. A Conflict in Darkness
Chapter Ninety One. The Black Plumes
Chapter Ninety Two. Buried Alive
Chapter Ninety Three. Devils or Angels
Chapter Ninety Four. The End of Arens Ringgold
Chapter Ninety Five. The Death Warning
Chapter Ninety Six. Osceola’s Fate – Conclusion
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Linda Florida! fair land of flowers!
Thus hailed thee the bold Spanish adventurer, as standing upon the prow of his caravel, he first caught sight of thy shores.
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A man was just emerging from out the dark shadow of the cypresses. The sun as yet only touched the tops of the trees; but there was light enough below to enable me to make out the figure of a man – still more, to recognise the individual. It was neither Ringgold nor Hickman, nor yet an Indian. The dress I knew well – the blue cottonade trousers, the striped shirt, and palmetto hat. The dress was that worn by our woodman. The man was Yellow Jake.
I resisted the temptation, and continued to watch the mulatto a little longer.
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