We were content to hold the logs together with our hands and feet.
It was not until we got over our first enthusiasm for navigation and had begun to return to our tree-shelter to sleep at night, that we found the Swift One.

I saw her first, gathering young acorns from the branches of a large oak near our tree.

She was very timid.

At first, she kept very still; but when she saw that she was discovered she dropped to the ground and dashed wildly away.

We caught occasional glimpses of her from day to day, and came to look for her when we travelled back and forth between our tree and the mouth of the slough.
And then, one day, she did not run away.