"I done s'posed you would n't need 'em till we got thar." "Need them! Little you know the requirements of a gentleman! Saint Guise! Why, I shall want them both this very day! Ride you forward there, and see if they cannot be picked out from among the other things." "See, Monsieur!" cried Mademoiselle suddenly, one hand pressing my arm, while she pointed eagerly with the other, "there goes the boat with Mistress Kinzie and her children! That must be Josette in the bow, with the gay streamer about her hat.

She did wish so to ride with us, but Mr.Kinzie would not permit it." The boat had but just cleared the river mouth, and was working off-shore, with half a dozen Indians laboring at the oars.
"Yet Josette has by far the easiest passage, as we shall learn before night," said I, watching their progress curiously.

"I imagine you will soon be wishing you were with them." "Never, Master Wayland!" she cried, with a little shudder, and quick uplifting of hands to her face as if to shut out the sight.

"Memory of the hours when I was last on the lake is still too vivid.

I have grown to dread the water as if it were an evil spirit.