He had not been able to secure any scalp, which was a sad disappointment, and now Manitou had sent this stray craft to him as a consolation prize.

He was not one to decline the gifts of the gods, and he ran along the edge of the cliff until he came to a low point well ahead of the canoe.

Then he put his rifle on the ground, dropped lightly into the stream, and swam with swift sure strokes for the derelict.
As the warrior approached he saw that his opinion of the canoe was more than justified.

It had been made with uncommon skill and he admired its strong, graceful lines.

It was not often that such a valuable prize came to a man and asked to be taken.