Above the moon rode through white fleecy clouds.

The water and air lay still and warm, inter-penetrated with the white light.

The trees, without leaf or twigs, cast no shadow with the moon in the zenith.
The patient experimenting with the chips was a terrible ordeal to Ann.
The man whom she supposed to be her father lay almost the whole length of the canoe so close to her, and yet she could not pass his outstretched feet to give him food or stimulant.

At last, at last, to her great joy, she found the place where the chips floated outward with steady motion.

She then pushed her canoe in among the trees, thankful to know that it, at least, had been there before, that there would be no pass too narrow for it.