Musing by those roaring logs perhaps he saw the radiant star of the Man of Destiny rise to its magnificent zenith.
One cold, raw night in early spring the Colonel had just returned from one of his hunting trips and the tramping of horses mingled with the rough voices of the negro slaves sounded without.

When Colonel Zane entered the house he was greeted affectionately by his wife and sister.

The latter, at the death of her aunt in Philadelphia, had come west to live with her brother, and had been there since late in the preceding autumn.

It was a welcome sight for the eyes of a tired and weary hunter.

The tender kiss of his comely wife, the cries of the delighted children, and the crackling of the fire warmed his heart and made him feel how good it was to be home again after a three days' march in the woods.