On its margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
Every treetop had its shadow
Motionless beneath the water."
"Thank you, Miss," said Hugh, gallantly. "We only need a wigwam with smoke curling from it under these trees, and a 'birch canoe with paddles, rising, sinking on the water, dripping, flashing in the sunshine,' to complete the picture. It's a pity the Indians ever left this shore."
"So the settlers of Minnesota thought in '62," observed Vincent, ironically.
"The Indians would have been all right if the white man had stayed away," replied the Historian, hotly.
"In that case we should not be here now, and, consequently"—
What promised to be quite a warm discussion was killed in the embryo by the captain's clear cry, "All aboard!"