CHAPTER V.
AT THE CASTLE.
By the time August reached Andrew Anderson's castle it was dark.

The castle was built in a hollow, looking out toward the Ohio River, a river that has this peculiarity, that it is all beautiful, from Pittsburgh to Cairo.

Through the trees, on which the buds were just bursting, August looked out on the golden roadway made by the moonbeams on the river.

And into the tumult of his feelings there came the sweet benediction of Nature.

And what is Nature but the voice of God?
Anderson's castle was a large log building of strange construction.
Everything about it had been built by the hands of Andrew, at once its lord and its architect.