Now and then the Indians spoke to one another in a vehement jabber, which, however, had no tone that expressed other than pleasant excitement.

It is, no doubt, an act of wonderful dexterity to steer amid these jagged rocks, when one rude touch would tear a hole in the birch canoe; but these men are evidently so used to doing it, and so adroit, that the silliest person could not feel afraid.

I should like to have come down twenty times, that I might have had leisure to realize the pleasure.

But the fog which had detained us on the way shortened the boat's stay at the Sault, and I wanted my time to walk about.
While coming down the rapids, the Indians caught a white-fish for my breakfast; and certainly it was the best of breakfasts.

The white-fish I found quite another thing caught on the spot, and cooked immediately, from what I had found it at Chicago or Mackinaw.