I don't swim no river smellin' like thet one does.

We 'll hev ter go further up, I reckon, an' cross over by the ol' agency buildin'." We crept up the edge of the stream, keeping well in under the north bank, and moving with the utmost caution, for the chances were strong that this portion of the river would be closely watched by the redskins.

We met with no obstacle, however, nor were we apparently even observed from the stockade, as we slowly passed its overhanging shadow.

I could distinguish clearly its dark outlines, even making out a head or two moving above the palisades; but no hail of any kind rang out across the intervening water, and we were soon beyond the upper block-house, where a faint light yet shone.

We could see the dim shape of the two-story factory building, looking gloomy and deserted on the south shore.