Under a point of land, where the stream made an eddy, they halted, and with their fishing-lines, soon secured a breakfast which the daintiest gourmand might have envied.

They were upon the point of landing so as to kindle a fire, when Mr.
Richter spoke: "Do you notice that large island in the stream, Cora?
Would you not prefer that as a landing-place ?" "I think I should." "Teddy, we'll take our morning meal there." The powerful arms of the Irishman sent the frail vessel swiftly over the water, and a moment later its prow touched the velvet shore of the island.

Under the skillful manipulations of the young wife, who insisted upon taking charge, their breakfast was quickly prepared, and, one might say, almost as quickly eaten.
They had now advanced so far to the northward that all felt an anxiety to reach their destination.

Accordingly no time was lost in the ascent of the stream.
The exhilarating influence of a clear spring morning in the forest, is impossible to resist.

The mirror-like sparkle of the water that sweeps beneath the light canoe, or glitters in the dew-drops upon the ashen blade; the golden blaze of sunshine streaming up in the heavens; the dewy woods, flecked here and there by the blossoms of some wild fruit or flower; the cool air beneath the gigantic arms all a-flutter with the warbling music of birds; all conjoin to inspire a feeling which carries us back to boyhood again--to make us young once more.
As Richter sat in the canoe's stern, and drank in the influence of the scene, his heart rose within him, and he could scarcely refrain from shouting.