The waiting eyes discerned a black speck on the green, and watched it grow.

A flatboat, with a man standing to the oars, bore down swiftly.
Not a red hand, nor a white one, offered to help the voyager in the difficult landing.

The oblong, clumsy, heavily laden boat surged with the current and passed the dock despite the boatman's efforts.

He swung his craft in below upon a bar and roped it fast to a tree.

The Indians crowded above him on the bank.