One sunny autumn afternoon a child strayed away from its rude home in a small field and entered a forest unobserved. The child was a boy aged about six years, the son of a poor planter. In his younger manhood the father had been a soldier, had fought against naked savages and followed the flag of his country into the capital of a civilized race to the far South. In the peaceful life of a planter the warrior-fire survived; once kindled, it is never extinguished.
Ulf Kjell Gür