Their little boat needed no help or guidance from their hands.

That favoring wind always carried it away from their enemies and in the direction in which they wished it to go.

And yet the wind did not blow away the mists and vapors, that grew thicker and thicker around them, until they could not see twenty feet away.
Robert's feeling that they were protected, his sense of the spiritual and mystic, grew, and he saw that the mind of Tayoga was under the same spell.
The waters of the lake were friendly now.

As they lapped around the canoe they made a soothing sound, and the wind that guided and propelled them sang a low but pleasant song.
"We are in the arms of Tododaho," said Tayoga in a reverential tone, "and Hayowentha, the great Mohawk, also looks on and smiles.

What need for us to strive when the gods themselves take us in their keeping ?" Hours passed before they spoke again.