A faint puff of air came; a second, and a third; a tiny ripple ran along the surface.

Now he recollected that he had heard that the mariners depended a great deal on the morning and the evening--the land and the Lake--breeze as they worked along the shore.

This was the first breath of the Land breeze.

It freshened after a while, and he re-set his sail.
An hour or so afterwards he came near the shore; he heard the thrushes singing, and the cuckoo calling, long before he landed.

He did not stay to search about for a creek, but ran the canoe on the strand, which was free of reeds or flags, a sign that the waves often beat furiously there, rolling as they must for so many miles.