Through the dim light, confusing to the eyes, I sought to peer ahead.

The hills, huddled much closer to the shore, appeared rough in their rocky outlines, while the heavy underbrush, clinging tightly to the water-side, offered nothing in the way of a suitable camping-spot.

Beyond the tumultuous sweep of this northern tributary, however, I discovered a considerable patch of grass, overshadowed by giant trees, and there I made selection of the spot which should complete our upward voyage.
"Steer us in toward yonder green bank, Madame," I called to Eloise, "where you see that group of trees through the fog.

God willing, it shall prove our last camp before we turn east and south once more." It did my heart good to observe the sudden brightening of her face at these words of promise, as if they came in direct answer to prayer.

I understood then how weary she was with our toll, how cruel I had been to hold her so long at it.