Look, the canoe is moving slowly toward the center of the lake, but it stays back as much as the wind will let it and keeps beckoning to us.

A few more long, swift strokes, Tayoga, and we're beside it." "Aye, Dagaeoga, and we must be careful how we climb into it.

It is no light task to board a canoe in the middle of a lake.

Since Tododaho would not let it be overturned, when we fell out of it, we must not overturn it ourselves when we get back into it, else we lose all our arms, ammunition and other supplies." The canoe was now not more than fifty feet in front of them, moving steadily farther and farther from land before the wind that blew out of the west, but, sitting upright on the waters like a thing of life, bearing its precious freight.

The mists and vapors had closed in so much now that their chance of seeing it had been only one in a thousand, and yet that lone chance had happened.