It is a small Indian canoe, in which are seated two white men and a female, all of whom are attired in the garb of civilization.

The young man near the stern is of slight mold, clear blue eye, and a prepossessing countenance.

He holds a broad ashen paddle in his hand with which to assist his companion, who maintains his proximity to the shore for the purpose of overcoming more deftly the opposition of the current.

The second personage is a short but square-shouldered Irishman, with massive breast, arms like the piston-rods of an engine, and a broad, good-natured face.

He is one of those beings who may be aptly termed "machines," a patient, plodding, ox-like creature who takes to the most irksome labor as a flail takes to the sheafs on the threshing-floor.