A wilderness all, no roof of a house nor smoke from a chimney even; but those sunny ranges of hills, over which now and then a cloud shadow was softly moving, and which finished in a dim blue horizon.
"Well, are you going to sit here ?" said the Captain, "or will you help me to hunt up my fishes ?" "O I'll sit here," said Daisy.

She did not believe much in the success of the Captain's hunt.
"Won't you be afraid, while I am going all over creation ?" "Of what ?" said Daisy.
The Captain laughed a little and went off; thinking however not so much of his trilobites as of the sweet fearless look the little face had given him.

Uneasy about the child too, for Daisy's face looked not as he liked to see it look.

But where got she that steady calm, and curious fearlessness.

"She is a timid child," thought the Captain as he climbed over the rocks; "or she was, the other night." But the Captain and Daisy were looking with different eyes; no wonder they did not find the same things.