We never took any paregoric to make us sleep.

At the first break of dawn we were always up and running foot-races to tone down excess of physical vigor and exuberance of spirits.

That is, Johnny was--but I held his hat.
While smoking the pipe of peace after breakfast we watched the sentinel peaks put on the glory of the sun, and followed the conquering light as it swept down among the shadows, and set the captive crags and forests free.

We watched the tinted pictures grow and brighten upon the water till every little detail of forest, precipice and pinnacle was wrought in and finished, and the miracle of the enchanter complete.

Then to "business." That is, drifting around in the boat.