I hoped we should come in sight of the rapids by daylight; but the beautiful sunset was quite gone, and only a young moon trembling over the scene, when we came within hearing of them.
I sat up long to hear them merely.

It was a thoughtful hour.

These two days, the 29th and 30th of August, are memorable in my life; the latter is the birthday of a near friend.

I pass them alone, approaching Lake Superior; but I shall not enter into that truly wild and free region; shall not have the canoe voyage, whose daily adventure, with the camping out at night beneath the stars, would have given an interlude of such value to my existence.

I shall not see the Pictured Rocks, their chapels and urns.