Yet the morning, while remaining of undimmed beauty, had all the appearance of ease, even of laziness.

Several of the rangers went down to the edge of the lake, and, removing their clothing, bathed in the cool waters.

Then they lay on the slope until their bodies dried, dressed themselves, and waited patiently for the night.
The French and Indians, seeing them engaged in a pleasant task, found it well to do likewise.

The waters close to the island were filled with Frenchmen, Canadians and Indians, wading, swimming and splashing water, the effect in the distance being that of boys on a picnic and enjoying it to the utmost.
Robert took a little swim himself, though he kept close to the shore, and felt much refreshed by it.

When he had been dried by the sun and was bade in his clothes, he stretched himself luxuriously near the rangers on the slope, taking an occasional glance at the sun from under his sheltering hand.
"There is a little mist in the southwest," he said, after a long time, to Tayoga.