All got into the canoe, and Paul at once began to paddle down the river.

Although the morning was without rain the sky was leaden, and the atmosphere heavy and damp.
As the Indian paddled the canoe along for a couple of miles, all on board were joyous and seemed refreshed as they drank in the breeze from off the breast of the bay.
They landed at a point of land, or rather of rocks, where Paul succeeded in catching several fish, which he placed in the bottom of the canoe.

He then proposed to leave the place and proceed further down the shore.
Margaret replied that occasionally drops of rain fell upon her face, and she feared a storm might suddenly spring up and bar their way back to the vessel.

She rather urged the Indian to return, but she saw by his manner that he was inclined to demur to her solicitation.

He said there was a brook a short distance further down the shore, where there was always plenty of good fish.