In the west, the red tinge of the sun, which had just disappeared below the horizon, lingered well up in the sky.

Against it we could see, clearly outlined in inky blackness, the distant Indian wigwams; while to the eastward the crimson light was reflected in fantastic glow upon the heaving surface of the lake.

For a moment we paused, standing upon the slope of the mound on which the Fort was built, and gazed about us.

There was little movement to arrest the eye.

The dull, dreary level of shore and prairie was deserted; what the more distant mounds of sand or the overhanging river banks might hide of savage watchers, we could only conjecture.
Seemingly the mass of Indian life, which only the day before had overflowed that vacant space, had vanished as if by some sorcerer's magic.