294: WILD SPOBTS IN THE SOUTH. 



the memory of the grave under our camp-fire, and the 

 ever-present sorrow of Lou and her attached slaves, so 

 abode with us that it did not seem a pleasure trip. Mike 

 was the same regular, patient, watchful man. His eye 

 saw everything, and a motion or a word directed atten- 

 tion to all that was curious. His boat was constantly 

 by the side of the one in which Lou Jackson was riding, 

 and his voice and manner were singularly low and gentle, 

 when conversing with her, for so rude and wild a figure. 

 Lou was very quiet, and at night her eyes would be con- 

 stantly wet with tears, but it was an uncomplaining 

 sorrow to which man can add no solace, and which is 

 only bettered by that forgetfulness that the Creator in 

 his kindness has permitted to come over the heart of 

 man to heal 'even his "deep stabbed woe." In the 

 destruction of Far Away, Lou Jackson had lost nearly 

 all the property of every kind that she owned. Of the 

 twelve negro men that had accompanied us on the hunt, 

 six only were the property of her father and six had been 

 hired, and would now have to be returned to their owner 

 at Pensacola. Lem and Rose, together with five men, 

 would accompany their young mistress and return from 

 Tampa Bay to St. Augustine, where her father's relatives 

 resided, by the first vessel that could be found. This was 

 the meagre plan that she had laid out for herself, as we 

 sailed down the coast. At length we made the point of 

 Egmont Island, and entering the broad bay saw once 

 more the American flag, and stepped ashore in security 

 under the guns of the Fort. 



