_[FN: Supposed to be a council hill.

It is known by the name of Bare-hill, from the singular want of verdure on its surface.

It is one of the steepest on the ridge above the little creek, being a picturesque object, with its fine pine-trees, seen from Mr.
Hayward's grounds, and forms, I believe, a part of his property.]_ You remember that spot; we called it so from its barren appearance.

In a few minutes a column of smoke rose and curled among the pine-trees, and then another and another, till I counted five fires burning brightly; and, as I stood on the high ground, I could distinguish the figures of many naked savages moving about, running to and fro like a parcel of black ants on a cedar log; and by-and-by I heard them raise a yell like a pack of ravenous wolves on a deer track.

It made my heart leap up in my breast.