"The harbor is considered a fine one, is it not?"
"Yes; it is semicircular, 1 mile long; the strait is 40 miles long and 4 miles wide; the island 7 miles in circumference. Now we are near enough for a good view."
"What makes it look so white, papa?" queried little Elsie.
"It is limestone rock, my child," replied her father. "See the village down near the water and the fort on higher ground—the white cliffs half covered with green foliage—beyond it the ruins of old Fort Holmes."
"The one the British took in that war you told about, papa?"
"The very same," he said. "I believe you were not by when I pointed it out to the others on our former visit to the island."
"No, sir; I think Neddie and I were asleep in our berths."
"Yes, so you were," said her mother. "Ah, my dear," to her husband, "what a lovely sight it is by this witching light!"
"Yes," he said. "I think we will visit it again one of these days, when we can spend more time in viewing the various interesting places—such as the Arch Rock, a natural bridge almost as picturesque as the famous one in Virginia, the Rabbit's Peak, Giant's Causeway, and the Lover's Leap. We are passing that last now; and I want you all to notice a projecting crag at the other end of the island, called Robinson's Folly. These are all famous places, and each has its legendary story."
They steamed slowly past, greatly enjoying the moonlight view of the island; then, as it faded from sight, the speed of the vessel was increased, and before the older ones had retired they had entered Lake Huron.