What flashes of splendid blues, reds, and yellows, as they dart from branch to branch! What a succession of novelties, and charms for eye and ear! Thoughts like these filled the mind of an individual seen near the settlement on a lovely morning, a few days after the council held by Oluski with his warriors. The individual in question was a woman. She was on horseback, and as she checked her steed to gaze upon the scene before her, she presented to view a face and form signally beautiful. A frank, fearless, young face withal, of true maiden modesty. Her hair, in a rich golden shower of curls, fell over a forehead of snowy whiteness, and a neck and shoulders admirably rounded. Her figure was graceful and striking; its contour shown off by the dark riding-dress she wore. A hat, with a heron's plume, stuck saucily on one side, covered her head. The horse she rode was a Seminole steed--of the Andalusian race--small, but well proportioned, as evidenced by the arching of its neck, proud of its fair burden. She remained for some time silently feasting her senses with the lovely prospect, herself a charming addition to its interest. After a while, she gave the reign to her horse, and allowed it, with a dainty, mincing step to pick its way along the path, occasionally making a pretence of alarm, pricking up its ears, drawing its head one side, and doubly arching its pretty neck as some idle butterfly, or quick-winged humming bird, darted across the road, or rose suddenly from a bed of wild flowers. Por a considerable distance the young lady proceeded without adventure or mischance, whilst her horse, having little affected airs, stepped. The fair equestrian's thoughts had not, it seemed, undergone any change, for the same pleasant smile illumined her countenance. Her thoughts were gay and happy, in unison with the surroundings. In this mood was she proceeding on her journey. Suddenly--indeed so suddenly as to cause her alarm--her steed came to a stop, showing signs of being scared. His eyeballs were distended, his fore-feet planted stiffly in advance, his mane standing almost straight, while he trembled in every limb. Another step, and horse and rider would have suddenly disappeared beneath the surface of the earth, and for ever. They were on the brink of one of those subterranean wells, or "rinks," common in that part of the country, whose dangerous concavity is concealed by a light crust of earth; and only by the sudden sinking of the support beneath him is the unwary traveller apprised of the peril. Over the covering of the abyss the grass grew as greenly, the flowers bloomed as brightly as elsewhere. And yet under that fair seeming was a trap that conducted to death. In an instant the fair rider comprehended her peril. To advance would be certain death; to attempt to back her steed upon its own tracks almost as certain destruction. She knew but one thing to do, and she did it.