There was exhilaration in every move of this noble sport.

Nor was it at all like work.

The canoe seemed to require but very little power to send her skimming over the water.
At last Dick guided the canoe in an easy, graceful turn, heading down the river once more.
"Now, you can try just a little faster stroke, Dave," Dick suggested.
"And make it just a bit heavier on the stroke, fellows, but don't imagine that we're going to try any racing speed." "Hurrah!" "Zip!" "Wow!" It was great sport! Just the small increase in the stroke sent the handsome big war canoe fairly spinning down the river.
"I never dreamed it would be like this!" cried Dave Darrin, in ecstasy.

"Fellows, I don't believe there is any fun in the world equal to canoeing in a real canoe." "It beats all the little cedar contraptions that some folks call canoes!" Tom Reade declared.
"I am almost beginning to think," announced Danny Grin, "that I'd rather go on canoeing than go home for my dinner." "That idea would last until about half-past twelve," chuckled Reade.

"This is glorious fun, all right, but dinner has its place, too.