On one side was a perfect bank of bushes, so that the mound could not be seen until it was closely approached.

A Shawnee Indian might have encamped beside it, without once having his suspicion awakened in regard to its nature.
This was the retreat and home of Oonomoo, the friendly Huron, where his wife, Fluellina, and son, Niniotan, dwelt, which was regularly visited by him, and where he frequently spent days, enjoying the sweets of home.

No living person besides these three knew of its existence.

It stood upon this vast island in the midst of this swamp, almost inaccessible to approach, and where no one would have dreamed of looking for the dwelling place of a human being.

The surrounding waters were as cold and clear as crystal, and were swarming with the choicest fish.