The water was free of sandbanks beyond them, but he could see large islands looming in several directions.
Glancing behind him he perceived that the faint yellow mist had closed in and now encircled him.

It came with two or three hundred yards, and was not affected by the wind, rough as it was.

Quite suddenly he noticed that the water on which the canoe floated was black.

The wavelets which rolled alongside were black, and the slight spray that occasionally flew on board was black, and stained the side of the vessel.

This greatly astonished and almost shocked him; it was so opposite and contrary to all his ideas about the Lake, the very mirror of purity.