They slowed down with habitual caution, until they could see what lay in front of them.

Robert and Tayoga rested their paddles, and Willet sent the canoe around the curve.
The fresh reach of water was peaceful too, unruffled by the craft of any enemy, and on either side the same lofty banks of solid green stretched ahead.

Above and beyond the cliffs rose the distant peaks and ridges of the high mountains.

The whole was majestic and magnificent beyond comparison.

Robert and Tayoga, their paddles still idle, breathed it in and felt that Manitou, who is the same as God, had lavished work upon this region, making it good to the eye of all men for all time.
"How far ahead is the cove, Tayoga ?" asked Willet.
"About a mile," replied the Onondaga.
"Then we'd better put in there, and look for game.