"Not unless someone particularly desires it," returned the captain; "but we will pass slowly and quite near, so that we may all have a good view of it. Ah! it can be seen in the distance now," he added, pointing it out.
"And though the sun has set the moon will, as Gracie says, give us a lovely view of it," remarked Violet.
"Yes, she is nearly full," said the captain, glancing skyward, "which will help us to a more vivid conception of how things looked to Darman when he set out for Fort St. Joseph, on the 16th of July, 1812."
"I'm glad of that," said Lucilla. "I want to be able to imagine just how things looked at that time."
"Yes," said Grace, "but it is far more delightful to know that no war is going on now, and we are in no danger from either civilized or savage foes."
"It is indeed!" responded her father. "Peace is a great blessing; war a dreadful scourge."
"It is an Indian name the island bears, is it not, captain?" asked Evelyn.
"Yes; and the meaning is the Great Turtle, alluding to its shape. Notice that as we approach, and see if you do not think the name appropriate."
"To the tongue of which of the Indian tribes does the name belong, sir?" asked Walter.
"The Algonquin."