“To-day, Moise, she’ll get feesh,” said Moise, after a time. “Also maybe the duck. I’ll heard some wild goose seenging this morning down on the lake below there. She’s not far, I’ll think.”
“Just a little ways,” said Alex, nodding. “If we’d gone in a little farther to the west we might have hit the lake there, but I thought it was easier to let the water of this little creek carry our boats in.”
“Listen!” said John. “Isn’t that a little bird singing?”
A peal of sweet music came to them as they sat, from a small warbler on a near-by tree.
“Those bird, he’s all same Injun,” remarked Moise. “He seeng for the sun.”
The sun now indeed was coming up in the view from the mountain ranges on the east, though the air still was cool and the grass all about them still wet with the morning dew.
“Soon she’ll get warm,” said Moise. “Those mosquito, she’ll begin to seeng now, too.”
“Yes,” said Rob, “there were plenty of them in the tent this morning before we got up. We’ll have to get out the fly dope pretty soon, if I’m any judge.”
“But now,” he added, “suppose we read a little bit in our book before we break camp and pack up.”
“You’re still reading Sir Alexander and his voyages?” smiled Alex.