The day lost none of its intense, vivid quality.

The waters of the lake glowed in wonderful changing colors, now gold, now silver, and then purple or blue.

Willet even in those hours of anxiety did not forget to steep his soul in the beauty of Lake George.

His life was cast amid great and continuous dangers, and he had no family that he could call his own.

Yet he had those whom he loved, and if he were to choose over again the land in which to live he would choose this very majestic land in which he now sat.