Far to the west extended the great sweep of the river and around them the flooded forest was still dripping with the night's rain.
"I think I'm willin' to rest a while," said Shif'less Sol.

"That wuz a pow'ful lively time we had last night, but thar wuz enough o' it an' I'd like to lay by to-day, now that our friend's canoe hez been fixed." Father Montigny glanced up in surprise.
"My canoe repaired!" he said.

"I don't understand." "'Twas only a little job fur fellers like us," said the shiftless one.
"She's all done, an' your canoe, ez good ez new, is tied up thar alongside o' our 'Gall-yun.'" "You are very good to me," said the priest raising his hands slightly in the manner of benediction, "and I suggest, since we have a comfortable place here, that we remain on this little island until to-morrow.

Do you know what day it is ?" "No," replied Paul, "to tell you the truth, Father Montigny, we've been through so much and we've had to think so hard of other things that we've lost count of the days.

I'd scarcely know how to guess at it." "It's the Holy Sabbath," said Father Montigny.