But I think we can dare the river for some distance yet." Robert had spoken for the sake of precaution, and he was easily persuaded to continue in the river some miles, as traveling by canoe was pleasant, and after their miraculous escape or rather rescue, as it seemed to them, their spirits, already high, were steadily rising higher.

The lone little river of the north, on which they were traveling, presented a spectacle of uncommon beauty.

Its waters flowed in a clear, silver stream down to the lake, deeper in tint on the still reaches, and, flashing in the sunlight, where it rushed over the shallows.
All the time they moved between two lofty, green walls, the forest growing so densely on either shore that they could not see back into it more than fifty yards, while the green along its lower edges was dotted with pink and blue and red, where the delicate wild flowers were blooming.

The birds in the odorous depths of the foliage sang incessantly, and Robert had never before heard them sing so sweetly.
"I don't think any of our foes can be in ambush along the river," he said.
"It's too peaceful and the birds sing with too much enthusiasm.

You remember how they warned us of danger once by all going away ?" "True, Dagaeoga, and at any time now they may leave.