Tayoga and Robert uttered cries of admiration and gratitude, as a high, green shore appeared, veiled but not hidden in the dusk.
"So Tododaho has brought us safely across the waters of Ganoatohale," said the Onondaga.
"Have you any idea of the point to which we have come ?" asked Robert.
"No, but it is sufficient that we have come to the shore anywhere.

And see, Dagaeoga, the mists and vapors still hang heavily over the western half of the lake, forming an impenetrable wall that shuts us off from Tandakora and his warriors.

Truly we are for the time the favorites of the gods." "Even so, Tayoga, you see, too, that we have come to land just where a little river empties into the lake, and we can go on up it." They paddled with vigorous arms into the mouth of the stream, and did not stop until the day came.

It was a beautiful little river, the massed vegetation growing in walls of green to the very water's edge, the songs of innumerable birds coming out of the cool gloom on either side.

Robert was enchanted.