The music seemed to him almost heavenly--so exceedingly beautiful that he remained motionless on the water, charmed by the entrancing melody.

It burst from the throats of thousands of birds on one side of the river, and the refrain was taken up by a swelling chorus of feathered warblers on the other shore.

It was a concert that paid him for the labor of a thousand miles of paddling.
At Davenport, and in fact at all the river towns, the party was tendered enthusiastic receptions.

All the members of the boat clubs at Burlington rowed up to meet them and formed an interesting flotilla into the city.

They frequently encountered rafts of logs, containing millions of feet of lumber.