13/26 "There is every appearance of a storm coming on." "Not before we get home, I hope. But look, there is a canoe." As she spoke, a small object came darting across the river. It approached so fast, that in a minute or two they could distinguish plainly that it was, in fact, a tiny bark canoe. One Indian woman, seated at the end, seemed to be its only occupant; the repeated flashes of sunlight on her paddle showed how quick and dexterous were its movements as she steered straight for the landing in front of the farmhouse. Get up and quote appropriate poetry on the occasion." "'Hiawatha' I suppose? |