As Margaret stepped from the little bark to the shore, a large grey snake passed athwart her pathway and disappeared into a hole at the roots of a tree.

She felt much concerned at this circumstance, as in Ireland, her native land, it was a common belief among the people that if a snake passed across a persons track without being killed by the traveller, some evil was close upon his or her track.
After the Indian had pulled the canoe out of the water, he led the way up a slight incline, followed by Margaret and her children.

They had walked some two hundred yards over uneven ground and among trees, when Paul suddenly stopped and then stepped off to the right, and beckoned to those in his rear to follow him.

A few steps brought the visitors in sight of a wigwam.

It was situated in a small open space, surrounded by a dense forest of large, tall trees.