The father took his seat in the canoe of his son, who carried him rapidly forward through the swamp, for perhaps a quarter of a mile further, when the ground became so solid that they landed and walked upon it.

The grass was green and luxuriant, the trees stood close together, and in some places the shrubbery seemed almost impenetrable.

But Niniotan never hesitated.

The way was perfectly familiar.

A rabbit could scarcely have glided through the wood with more dexterity than did he and his father.
Finally the two reached what appeared to be a large mound of earth, covered over with rank grass and brilliant flowers.