The canoe sailed on, but Felix remained immovable in slumber.
Long since the strong current had ceased, it scarcely extended into the sweet waters, and the wind only impelled the canoe.

As the sun rose the breeze gradually fell away, and in an hour or so there was only a light air.

The canoe had left most of the islets and was approaching the open Lake when, as she passed almost the last, the yard caught the overhanging branch of a willow, the canoe swung round and grounded gently under the shadow of the tree.

For some time the little wavelets beat against the side of the boat; gradually they ceased, and the clear and beautiful water became still.

Felix slept till nearly noon, when he awoke and sat up.