“My own Kezia, little sweetheart, I love you more than you do me; I will always adore you with all my heart and soul. Long before I saw you, I often dreamed you were my wife, my only love, some times we were picking beautiful flowers on the hillside; sometimes I would see you in a lovely home playing with my children. My only love, will all those dear dreams ever come true? Pet, I know in Heaven these dreams will all come true, if our prayers are not answered here, God will answer them just over there. My little dove, I will love you through all eternity. I worship you, Kezia! My life, my love, my one idol! My only happiness. Sweetheart, I wish every one was as rich and happy as we are now, dear.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration: chapter headpiece] CHAPTER V. “The king then asked, as yet the camp he viewed, What prince is that, with giant strength endued; Whose brawny shoulders, and whose swelling chest, And lofty stature, far exceed the rest.” The king of Rajpootana, was a tall, broad shouldered, ugly Indian. He was black as night, and had heavy, short, straight, black hair; his eyes were black and piercing. Any one would fear him as soon as they looked into those wicked, fiery eyes. He had eyes of a demon, his face was large, broad and brutal. He seemed to be a great, strong, powerful animal without a soul. This wicked king owned a great palace in the northern part of the Araville mountains. He ruled over a large tribe of fighting Indians, who did just as their king commanded. One of his favorite spies told him of a rich prince who owned a large gold mine, the richest he ever saw. The king was wild with delight and gave his spy a new sword, and many lovely jewels. King Pootana soon armed his tribe, then moved south to capture this rich mine. The king accumulated all his wealth by stealing from other kings. The drums were beating weirdly, as the dusky tribe moved stealthily down the mountain side, hiding safely now and then in the deep, thick, dark, dense forest which was the home of many kinds of poisonous reptiles. The wicked spy led his king’s tribe safely up the hillside until they came in sight of the old dome on the temple, then they crawled on their hands and knees for miles for fear of being detected. They crawled safely among the trees up to Lytton Springs. Here they rested awhile in the forest.