He rested the remainder of the afternoon, wishing to start fresh in the morning, having determined to follow the line of the shore eastwards, and so gradually to circumnavigate the Lake.

If he succeeded in nothing else, that at least would be something to relate to Aurora.
The morning rose fair and bright, with a south-westerly air rather than a breeze.

He sailed before it; it was so light that his progress could not have exceeded more than three miles an hour.

Hour after hour passed away, and still he followed the line of the shore, now going a short way out to skirt an island, and now nearer it to pass between sandbanks.

By noon he was so weary of sitting in the canoe that he ran her ashore, and rested awhile.
It was the very height of the heat of the day when he set forth again, and the wind lighter than in the morning.