There had been only one death at sea; they had encountered neither the Spaniard nor the outlaw; the menace of ice they had slipped past.

What a welcome was roared to them from Fort Louis, from the cannon and batteries, high up on the cliffs! The echoes rolled across the river and were lost in the mighty forests beyond.

Again and again came the flash, and the boom.

It was wondrous to see the fire and smoke so far above one's head.

Flags fluttered in the sunshine; all labor was stopped, and the great storehouses were closed for the remainder of the day.