It was a wilder land than the Tidewater, for only once did we see a human dwelling.

Far remote on the savannahs I could pick out twirls of smoke rising into the blue weather, the signs of Indian hunting fires.

Shalah began now to look for landmarks, and to take bearings of a sort.

Among the maze of creeks and shallow bays which opened on the land side it needed an Indian to pick out a track.
The sun had all but set when, with a grunt of satisfaction, he swung round the tiller and headed shorewards.

Before me in the twilight I saw only a wooded bluff which, as we approached, divided itself into two.
Presently a channel appeared, a narrow thing about as broad as a cable's length, into which the wind carried us.