Madame immediately turned the prow that way, and, bending our heads low, we shot beneath their trailing branches, grounding softly on the red clay of the bank.

A brief search disclosed remains of camp-fires, testimony to the Puritan's remembrance of the spot.

Evidently the place had been frequently occupied, and by sizable parties, yet the marks were all ancient; we discovered no signs that any one had been there lately.
It was barely daylight, although the sun was above the horizon.

A vast bank of cloud hung so dense across the eastern sky as to leave the whole scene in shadow, making the hour appear much earlier.

I felt, as we searched the camp-fires, a strange uneasiness, for which I could not account--it was a premonition of approaching peril.