And after everything, fresh oranges in a nest of Spanish moss.
Red sunlight struck through the forest, bronzing bark and foliage; sombre patches of shade passed and repassed across the table--the shadows of black vultures soaring low above the camp smoke.

The waters of the lake burned gold.
As yet the approach of sunset had not stirred the water-fowl to restlessness; dark streaks on the lake gleamed white at moments as some string of swimming ducks turned and the light glinted on throat and breast.

Herons stood in the shallows; a bittern, squawking, rose from the saw-grass, circled, and pitched downward again.
[Illustration: "Never had he tasted such a heavenly banquet."] "This is a peaceful place," said Cardross, narrowing eyes watching the lake through the haze of his pipe.

"I almost hate to disturb it with a gun-shot; but if we stay here we've got to eat." And, turning toward the guides' table where they lounged over their after-dinner pipes: "Coacochee, my little daughter has never shot a wild turkey.

Do you think she had better try this evening or go after the big duck ?" "Pen-ni-chah," said the Seminole quietly.
"He says, 'turkey-gobbler,'" whispered Shiela to Hamil; "'pen-nit-kee' is the word for _hen_ turkey.