From their stand-point it resembled a lake more than a river, the woods, apparently, shutting down in such a manner as to hide it entirely.

Not a ripple was heard along the shore, and only once a zephyr hurried over its bosom, crinkling the surface as it passed, and rustling the tops of a few trees along the bank as it went on and was lost in the wood beyond.
The great wilderness, on every hand, stretched miles and miles away, until it was lost afar, like a sea of gloom, in the sky.

Once a night-bird rushed whirring past, so startlingly close, that the Lieutenant felt a cold chill run over him as its wings fanned his face.
It shot off like a bullet directly across the river, and could be distinguished for several minutes, its body resembling a black ball, until it faded out from view.

Nothing else disturbed the solemn stillness that held reign.

Everything wore the spirit of quietness and repose.
The soldier was the first to speak.
"Isn't this an impressive sight, Oonomoo ?" "Yeh--make think of Great Spirit." "That is true.