"Not any waterfalls, but the very land we are on was an obstacle to the Indians who wanted to travel from Canada southward."
"Oh, I begin to see," said Helen. "They paddled across Lake Erie—"
"That was Lake Erie we were riding side of this morning," interrupted Ethel Blue.
"Yes, that was Lake Erie and the gray cloud that we could see way over the water was Canada."
"O-oh," cried both Ethels at once; "we've seen Canada!"
"When they reached the American shore," went on grandfather, "they had to carry their canoes over the twelve miles of country that we are passing over now until they reached the head of Chautauqua Lake."
"Where we are going!"
"Just beyond the village of Mayville we shall see the very spot where they put their canoes into the water again and tumbled in themselves to paddle southward."
"Weren't their feet tired?" asked practical Dicky.
"I guess they were, old man," returned Roger, leaning forward to tweak his ear affectionately.