A radiant white light illumined the lodge and shone full on the beautiful face of the Indian maiden who had loved him so well.

Myeerah's dark eyes were bright with an undying love and her lips smiled hope.
A rude kick dispelled Isaac's dreams.

A brawny savage pulled him to his feet and pushed him outside of the lodge.
It was early morning.

The sun had just cleared the low hills in the east and its red beams crimsoned the edges of the clouds of fog which hung over the river like a great white curtain.

Though the air was warm, Isaac shivered a little as the breeze blew softly against his cheek.