It cleared at sunset, just as we came in sight of beautiful Mackinaw, over which, a rainbow bent in promise of peace.
I have always wondered, in reading travels, at the childish joy travellers felt at meeting people they knew, and their sense of loneliness when they did not, in places where there was everything new to occupy the attention.

So childish, I thought, always to be longing for the new in the old, and the old in the new.

Yet just such sadness I felt, when I looked on the island glittering in the sunset, canopied by the rainbow, and thought no friend would welcome me there; just such childish joy I felt to see unexpectedly on the landing the face of one whom I called friend.
The remaining two or three days were delightfully spent, in walking or boating, or sitting at the window to see the Indians go.

This was not quite so pleasant as their coming in, though accomplished with the same rapidity; a family not taking half an hour to prepare for departure, and the departing canoe a beautiful object.

But they left behind, on all the shore, the blemishes of their stay,--old rags, dried boughs, fragments of food, the marks of their fires.