"Which shows that everything is as you look at it," declared Dale. "The lumberman was cut out for the woods, and the sailor for the sea, and there you are."
Captain Dacker wished to make a brief stop at Port Huron, and did so. Then the course was continued to the St. Clair River, and one day later the schooner swept into Lake St. Clair. Two hours later they came in sight of the factories of Detroit, with their many smoking chimneys, and then, running past Belle Isle, they tied up at a large lumber dock; and the trip on the lumber boat came to an end.
CHAPTER XXIII
OFF FOR OREGON
"Here we are back in Detroit, Owen, and just about as far as we were when we first came."
"Excepting that we have had two disagreeable experiences," replied Owen.
"Two?"
"Yes; first my uncle, and then the storm—and I don't know but that the experience at the camp was the worst," added Owen, a little regardless of his grammar.
"Oh, well, let us forget that, Owen. I believe in looking ahead, not behind."