Perhaps we may even strike a beaver, and get a morsel from his tail[*] by way of a rare mouthful." [*] The American hunters consider the tail of the beaver the most nourishing of all food.
"What course do you mean to pursue, when you have once thrown these bloodhounds from the chase ?" demanded Middleton.
"If I might advise," said Paul, "it would be to strike a water-course, and get upon its downward current, as soon as may be.

Give me a cotton-wood, and I will turn you out a canoe that shall carry us all, the jackass excepted, in perhaps the work of a day and a night.

Ellen, here, is a lively girl enough, but then she is no great race-rider; and it would be far more comfortable to boat six or eight hundred miles, than to go loping along like so many elks measuring the prairies; besides, water leaves no trail." "I will not swear to that," returned the trapper; "I have often thought the eyes of a Red-skin would find a trail in air." "See, Middleton," exclaimed Inez, in a sudden burst of youthful pleasure, that caused her for a moment to forget her situation, "how lovely is that sky; surely it contains a promise of happier times!" "It is glorious!" returned her husband.

"Glorious and heavenly is that streak of vivid red, and here is a still brighter crimson; rarely have I seen a richer rising of the sun.
"Rising of the sun!" slowly repeated the old man, lifting his tall person from its seat with a deliberate and abstracted air, while he kept his eye riveted on the changing, and certainly beautiful tints, that were garnishing the vault of Heaven.

"Rising of the sun! I like not such risings of the sun.