When Henry awoke at dawn, all the weariness from his great efforts was gone, and he looked upon a world full of beauty.  The unbroken forest of deep green bore a luminous tint, light and golden, from the early sunshine.  Free of body and soul, it was the brilliant world that he had known so long, and he was ready once more for any task that might lie before them.  Long Jim had already prepared breakfast, and he turned a benevolent gaze upon Henry.

“Ain’t it fine,” he said, “to have all the family reunited ag’in?”

“It certainly is,” said Henry joyously, “and you surely stuck by the missing member in masterly fashion.”

“Wa’al, you’ve stuck by us jest ez hard many a time,” said Long Jim meditatively.  “Paul, what wuz the name uv the feller that stuck by the other feller, the only big one, that got away from Troy after the Greeks rode into the town inside a hoss?”

“You’re thinking of the faithful Achates, Jim,” replied Paul, “and AEneas was the name of the big one to whom he was faithful.”

“Yes, that’s the feller.  Henry, you’re our AEneas, an’ I’m an Achates; Paul’s another, Tom’s another and Sol’s another.  Uv course we couldn’t go away without our AEneas, an’ while I’m talkin’ I want to say, Paul, that the tale about the takin’ uv Troy is the tallest hoss story ever told.  Ef it wuzn’t writ in the books I wouldn’t believe it.  Think uv your fightin’ off a hull army fur ten years or so, an’ then draggin’ that army into your town inside a wooden hoss.  It can’t be so.  I’ve knowed some pow’ful liars myself, but the tribe must hev gone down hill a lot since the days uv them ancients.”

Paul merely laughed and took another bite out of his venison steak.

“Anyway, Henry,” said Shif’less Sol, “ef you’ve been AEneas you’re goin’ to be the wandering ‘Lysses fur a while, an’ we’re goin’ to be fightin’ Greeks, sailin’ right along with you.”

“What do you mean?” asked Henry in astonishment.

“Tell him, Paul,” said the shiftless one.  “Saplin’ hez cooked so well, an’ I’m so busy eatin’ I can’t spare time fur talk.”

“We felt sure we’d rescue Henry,” said Paul, “and we arranged everything so we could get back South as fast as we could.  Knowing that the woods were full of warriors and that we didn’t want to be interrupted in our travels, we took a big boat one night from Detroit ­I suppose we stole it, but you have a right to steal from an enemy in war ­and carried it off down the river, hiding it among thick bushes at the mouth of a creek, where we’re sure it’s now resting securely, say five or six miles from this spot.  We also gathered a lot of stores, food and such things, and put them on the boat.  It was another risk, but we took that also, and I’m confident that our good genius will save the boat and stores for us.  If they’re there waiting for us all right we’re going down the river and then across Lake Erie.  It will save us a lot of time.”

“Fine! fine!” exclaimed Henry with enthusiasm.  “You’ve done well.  It will be a lot easier and faster for us going so far by boat.”

“An’ we’ll see one uv the big lakes, too,” said Long Jim.

“We shorely will,” said Shif’less Sol.

In a few minutes they were on the march again, and found the boat undisturbed at the mouth of the creek.  It was a stout craft with a sail, and lockers for stores.  Doubtless Colonel de Peyster had attributed its disappearance to some of his own Indians who could not always be trusted, but in the press of military preparations he had found no time to seek it.

“Now,” said Shif’less Sol, “we’ll take to the river.  We may meet enemies thar, but it won’t be ez long a trip ez the one we took down the Missip.  Besides, ef we do meet enemies they ain’t likely to be in big force ez most all the warriors seem to be drawed off fur the expeditions ag’inst Kentucky.”

“At any rate we’ll risk it, as we have risked many other things,” said Henry.

The five embarked, and set sail fearlessly upon the river.  Nevertheless, they did not neglect caution.  They kept close to the Canadian shore, where they were in the shadow of the dense forest, and at least three were always on the watch with ready rifles across their knees.  Yet they saw no enemy.  This was the heart of the Indian country and the canoes of the warlike Northwestern tribes often floated on these waters, but to-day the five had the river to themselves.  Peace was everywhere.  Birds sang in the neighboring woods.  Now and then a fish leaped from the water and sank back in a mass of bubbles.  The broad river was a sheet of gold, and then a sheet of silver as the sun shifted.

Henry appreciated all this rest and ease.  He admired still more the foresight and daring of his comrades which enabled them to travel in such a luxurious way and so far.  He examined carefully the weapons they had secured for him and saw that they were all of the first class.  He also opened the various lockers and found them filled with venison, jerked buffalo meat, such luxuries as bread and coffee, and large quantities of powder and lead.

“We found part of these in the boat,” said Paul, “and it was your friend Lajeunais, who helped us to get the remainder.  We do not go to sea unprovided.”

“You’ve all done so well,” said Henry lazily, “that I’m not going to bother myself about anything.”

He put his double blankets under his head as a pillow and lay back luxuriously.  Their good boat moved steadily on, the sail doing the work, while one of their number steered.

“I hope the wind will continue to blow,” said Jim Hart, gazing admiringly at Henry, “’cause ef it don’t we’ll then hev to git our oars an’ row.  An’ it would spoil the purtiest picture uv a lazy feller I ever saw.  Why, I never saw Shif’less Sol hisself look lazier or happier.”

Henry laughed.  He knew that Jim Hart would have died in his defense.

“I am lazy, Jim,” he admitted.  “I never felt so lazy in my life before.  I like to lie here and look at the river and the country.”

“It’s a fine big river,” said Shif’less Sol, “but we can’t see much of the country because of the trees, which shoot up so thick an’ close on either bank, but I’ve heard that it ain’t really a river, jest the stream o’ water pourin’ out o’ them mighty lakes to the north into them lakes to the south, which ain’t so mighty as the others, but which are mighty anyhow.”

“It’s true,” said Paul.  “All of this is lake water which runs through the other lakes, too, and then out by a tremendous big river, hundreds of miles to the Atlantic Ocean.”

“When God made this chain uv lakes an’ rivers he done one uv his biggest an’ finest jobs,” said Tom Ross reverentially.

They moved on their course slowly but steadily.  Once they saw a canoe near the further shore, containing a lone occupant.

“It’s a squaw,” said Shif’less Sol, “an’ she’s pulled in near the land so she kin jump an’ run ef we make for her.”

“Like ez not she thinks we’re hunters or French from the fort,” said Long Jim.

“At any rate, we’ll soon leave her far behind,” said Henry.

The breeze stiffened and she quickly dropped out of sight.  Nor did they see any other human being that day.  At night they anchored close inshore, among bushes and reeds, where they remained undisturbed until the morning.  The remainder of the journey down the river passed in the same peace and ease, and then Paul, who was in the prow, caught a glimpse of a broad expanse which looked silvery white in the distance.

“The lake! the lake!” he cried eagerly.

They swept triumphantly over the last reach of the river and out upon the broad bosom of Lake Erie.  In their earlier voyage down the Mississippi they had learned how to use a sail, and now when they were about a mile from land they took in the sail and looked about them.

The great inland fresh water seas of North America aroused the greatest interest, even awe, among the earlier explorers, and there was not one among the five who did not look with eager eyes upon the ocean of waters.  They were better informed, too, than the average woodsman concerning the size and shape of this mighty chain.

“You look west and you look south an’ you don’t see nothin’ but water,” said Long Jim.

“And they say that the whole grand chain is fifteen hundred miles long,” said Paul, “and that Lake Superior reaches a width of three hundred miles.”

“It’s a lot o’ water,” said Shif’less Sol, trailing his hand over the side, “an’ while I’d like to explore it, I guess that the sooner we cross it the better it will be for what we’re tryin’ to do.”

“You’re right,” said Henry.  “We’ll set the sail again and tack as fast as we can to the south.”

The sail was set, and the boat, heeling over under a good breeze, moved rapidly.  Paul and Henry watched with pleasure the white water foaming away on either side of the prow, and Long Jim also watched the trailing wake at the stern.  Used to rivers but not to lakes, they did not really appreciate what dangers might await them on the bosom of Erie.  Meanwhile the lake presented to them a most smiling surface.  The waters rippling before the wind lay blue under a blue sky.  The wind with its touch of damp was fresh and inspiring.  Behind them the shore, with its great wall of green, sank lower and lower, until at last it passed out of sight.  Long Jim, who sat in the stern watching, then spoke.

“Boys,” he said, “fur the fust time in the life uv any uv us thar ain’t no land.  Look to the east an’ look to the west, look to the north an’ look to the south an’ thar ain’t nothin’ but water.  The world uv land hez left us.”

There was a certain awe in Jim’s tone that impressed them as they looked and saw that he spoke the truth.  Their world was now one of water, and they felt how small was the boat that lay between them and the tremendous power of the lake.

It was now somewhat past midday and the sun was uncommonly bright.  The wind began to die, and the little waves no longer chased one another over the surface of the lake.  No air gathered in the sail and presently the boat stopped.

“Now wouldn’t this make you mad?” exclaimed Shif’less Sol.  “We can’t move at all unless we git out the oars an’ row, an’ a lazy man like me ain’t fond o’ rowin’ seventy or eighty miles across a big lake.”

Nor was the prospect pleasant to any of them.  A little while ago they were moving swiftly at ease; now they rocked slightly in the swell, but did not go forward an inch.  Hopeful that the wind would soon rise again they did not yet take to the oars.  Meanwhile it was growing warmer.  The reflection of the sun upon the water was dazzling, and they spread the sail again, not to catch the wind but as an awning to protect them from the burning rays.

They also used the interval for food and drink, and as the wind still did not rise they were thinking of taking to the oars as a last resort when Henry called their attention to the southwest.

“See that black spot down there,” he said.  “It seems to be only a few inches either way, but it doesn’t look natural.”

“I’d call it a cloud,” said Tom Ross judicially.

“An’ clouds ain’t what we’re wantin’ jest now,” said Jim Hart.

Henry rose from his luxurious reclining position and gazed long and with great care at the black spot.  He knew as well as Jim Hart that it was a cloud and he saw that it was growing.  But a few inches across the horizon before, it stretched to feet and then to yards.  Meanwhile not a breath of air stirred, the deep waters were waveless and the air hung hot and heavy about them.  Henry had heard that dangerous storms came up very fast on the great lakes, and, although with no experience as a sailor except on rivers, he believed that one would soon be upon them.

“Boys,” he said, “look how that cloud grows.  I believe we’re in for a big wind and storm.  We’d better take down our mast, make everything tight and strong, and get ready with the oars.”

All at once Henry resumed command, and the others instantly accepted it as the most natural and proper thing in the world.  The mast was unshipped, it and the sail were lashed down, everything that was loose was put in the lockers, or was tied securely.  Meanwhile the cloud grew with amazing rapidity.  While the east and north were yet full of blazing light the south and west were darkening.  A draught of cold wind came.  The waters, motionless hitherto, suddenly heaved convulsively.  Low thunder rolled, and the lightning flashed across the troubled waters.  The five felt awe.  They were familiar with great storms, but never before had they been in one with no land in sight.  The little boat, which alone lay between them and the depths of the lake, became smaller and smaller.  But the five, although they felt more tremors than when going into battle, sat with their oars in the thwarts, ready to fight as best they could the storm which would soon rush down upon them.

The cold wind came in raw gusts, and there was rain on its edge which cut like hail.  The boat rose and fell with the increasing waves.  Henry took the helm, and, with the others at the oars, strove to keep the boat as steady as possible.  With the usual foresight of borderers, they had already covered up their rifles, pistols and ammunition.  Even on the water they would not neglect this precaution.  Now the darkness spread to the entire heavens, the thunder crashed heavily, like invisible batteries firing, the lightning flared two or three times, showing the surface of the lake far and wide tinted a ghastly gray, and then, with a shriek and a roar, the wind struck them.

The boat heeled over so far on its side that Henry thought at first they were gone, but after hanging for a moment or two, seemingly undecided, it righted itself, and the five uttered simultaneous sighs of relief.  Yet the boat had shipped water which Paul began to bail out with his cap, while the others strove at the oars, seeking to meet and ride the waves which followed one another swiftly.  The rain meanwhile was driving hard, and they were drenched, but they had no time to think of such things.  Every effort was bent towards keeping afloat the boat, which was rushing before the wind they knew not whither.

“There’s a pail in that little locker,” shouted Henry to Paul, “you can do better with that than with your cap.”

Paul opened the locker, and took out the pail.  Then with great difficulty he closed the locker again, and set to work keeping the boat clear of water.  He made much better progress with the pail, but now and then wind, rain and the rocking of the boat together threw him to his knees.  His comrades were working full as hard.  They made up for lack of experience with strength, intuitive quickness and courage.  Often the boat seemed to be submerged by the crest of a great wave, but every time it emerged right side up with the industrious Paul still bailing.

Meantime the wind kept up a continuous screaming, almost like that of a wild animal, a fearful sound which got upon the nerves of them all.  Except when the lightning flared they were surrounded by a darkness like that of night.  Suddenly Tom Ross shouted in a voice that could be heard above the whistling of the wind: 

“Jim, you’re seein’ the Great Lakes at last!”

Then he bent grimly to his oar.

Luckily the boat they had taken was a strong one, built partly for the storms which sometimes drive with such force across Erie, the shallowest of the five Great Lakes, and with the aid of the strong arms at the helm and oars she managed to ride every wave and swell.  But it was a long time before the wind began to abate and they were half dead with exhaustion.  Moreover they were covered with bruises where they had been hurled against the sides of the boat, and now and then they were almost blinded by the water dashing into their faces.  Shif’less Sol afterward said that he felt as if some strong-armed man were slapping his cheek every minute or two.

Yet hope began to return.  They had kept afloat so long that they felt sure of keeping afloat all the time.  There came a moment when the water from the lake ceased to enter the boat, although the rain still drenched them.  The darkness lightened somewhat and Henry looked anxiously about them.  He was trying to reckon in what direction they had come, but there was nothing that would enable him to tell.  He saw nothing but the waste of waters.  He knew that the wind had changed its course and they might now be driving back toward Detroit.  He longed for light that might show them whence they had come.

Now the storm, after declining, suddenly acquired new strength.  The darkness closed in again thicker than ever and the hearts of the five sank.  They were so tired that they felt they could not repel a second attack.  Yet they summoned their courage anew and strove even more desperately than before.  Another hour passed and Henry, who was looking ahead, suddenly saw a dark mass.  He recognized it instantly and gave the sharp cry: 

“Land!”

The three who were straining at the oars looked up, and Paul in his surprise let drop his tin pail.  Henry had made no mistake.  They could see that it was land despite the darkness and the driving rain.  There was a low shore, with trees growing almost to the water’s edge, and they thought at first that it was the western coast of the lake, but as they swiftly drove nearer Henry saw water both to right and left, and he knew that it was a little island.  If they kept a straight course they would strike upon it, but with such violence that shipwreck was inevitable.  Strong and agile as they were they might possibly escape with their lives.

“Boys!” cried Henry, above the shouting of the wind, “we must make that island or we’ll surely be lost in the storm!”

“It’s so!” Shif’less Sol shouted back, “but how are we to do it?”

“Paul, you take the helm,” said Henry, “and steer to the left of the island.  The wind is blowing straight ahead and if we can come in behind the land we may strike a little stretch of comparatively smooth water.”

Paul took the helm and Henry seized a pair of oars.  Paul could steer well, but Henry’s strength would be needed now.  On they drove, the rain beating hard on their backs, and the surf from the lake also driving into the boat.  Paul steered steadily and the four bent powerfully on the oars, driving the boat in a wide curve to the left, where it would avoid possible rocks and shoals.

Yet it was hard to bring the boat even diagonally against the wind.  The waves turned it on its side and it trembled violently.  The four labored at the oars until every pulse in their temples throbbed.  Now the low shore and the green forest were coming very near, and Henry glanced at them from time to time.  He was afraid that the wind and the waves would bring them back again and dash them upon the island, despite all their efforts.  But the boat shot past fifty yards to the left, ran for a quarter of a mile along the edge of a low green island, and then with a mighty effort they brought it in behind the land.

Here in a little space where the wind was beating itself to pieces against the trees in front of it, the sea was comparatively calm, and Paul deftly swung the boat about.  His sharp eyes noticed a little cove, and, the four at the oars pulled for it with all their might.  A minute, two minutes and they were in the cove and in safety.  They had entered it by a channel not more than a dozen feet wide, and Paul’s steering had been delicate and beautiful.  Now the four drew in their oars and they swung in waters as quiet as those of a pond ruffled only by a little breeze.  It it was an inlet not more than twenty yards across and it was sheltered about by mighty trees.  The rain still poured upon them, but there was no longer any danger of shipwreck.

The momentum had carried the boat to the far edge of the pool, and Henry sprang out.  His muscles were so stiff and sore that, for a moment or two, he reeled, but he seized a bough and held fast.  Then Tom tossed him a rope from the locker and in a minute the boat was secured head and stern to the trees.  Then they stood upon land, wet but solid land, and in every heart was devout thankfulness.

“The land for me every time,” said Long Jim.  “I like to feel something under my feet that I don’t sink into.  Ef an accident happens on land, thar you are, but ef an accident happens on the water, whar are you?”

“What I need most is a pair o’ kid gloves,” said Shif’less Sol.  “I’ve got purty tough hands, but I think them oars hez took all the skin off the inside o’ ’em.”

“What we all need most,” said Henry, “is shelter.  We are soaked through and through, and we are stiff with bruises and exertion.  Suppose we bail out the boat and try to use the sail as a sort of roof or cover.”

They were wedged in so closely among the trees that together with the boughs and the mast, which they set in place again, they managed to fasten the sail in such a manner that it caught most of the rain as it drove towards them.  Everyone also gave up one of his pair of blankets for the same purpose, and then they were protected fairly.  Still fearing colds and stiffness of the muscles they took off all their wet clothing and rubbed their bodies long and thoroughly.  While they were at this work the rain decreased, and after a while ceased.  The wind still blew and they heard branches crashing down from the trees, but none fell over them.  They did not reclothe themselves but hung their soaked garments on boughs, and then everyone wrapped himself about with the dry blanket that he had left from his pair, the other still doing duty as a rain shield.  Although the air was quite cool after the heavy rain, the blankets protected them and they began to feel a pleasant warmth.  Their spirits indeed were improved so much that they could jest.

“One would scarcely expect to see five Roman senators in their togas cast away on this little island in Lake Erie,” said Paul, “but here we are.”

Long Jim with his bare legs as far as his knees protruding from his blanket was prowling among the lockers.

“What’s the noble senator lookin’ fur?” asked Shif’less Sol.

“I’m lookin’ fur somethin’ to help you an’ all uv us,” replied Long Jim, “while you’re settin’ thar lazy an’ wuthless.  We didn’t search this boat very well when we took it, hevin’ other pow’ful important matters on hand, but them that owned it wuz men uv sense.  Lots uv useful things are hid away in these little lockers.  Ah, look at this!  Shorely it’s industry an’ enterprise that gits the rewards!”

He drew triumphantly from the corner of a locker an iron coffee pot and a large package of ground coffee.

“Now I’ve got the coffee an’ the coffee pot,” he said, “an’ ef the rest uv you hev got sense enough to build a fire I’ll hev you feelin’ like kings ten minutes after that fire is built.  Thar are two pewter cups in that locker also, so nothin’ is lackin’.”

“You’ve certainly done your part, Jim,” said Henry, “an’ now we’ll try to do ours, although it won’t be any easy job.”

They had not been woodsmen all their lives for nothing.  The ground under the trees was covered more than a foot deep with leaves, the accumulation of many years.  It is difficult for water to penetrate all the way through such a carpet, and turning them over they found here and there some leaves fairly dry, which they put in a heap.  They also cut off all the wet outside from some dead boughs with their strong hunting knives, and then shaved off dry splinters which they put with the leaves.

The four gathered in a group about the little heap, looking very odd in their blankets, with their bare ankles and shoulders projecting, and Henry began work with the flint and steel.  After many efforts he set fire to the finer of the splinters, and then the flames spread to the leaves and larger pieces of wood.  They had succeeded, and as Shif’less Sol fed the fire, he said triumphantly to Long Jim: 

“Now, Jim, everything’s ready fur you.  Bring on your coffee an’ b’il it.  I want fourteen cups myself.”

Jim set to work at once, showing with pride his skill in such a task.  The flames were not permitted to rise high, but they burned rapidly, making a fine bed of coals, and within ten minutes the coffee was ready.  Then they drank, warming themselves through and through, and receiving new life.  They also warmed some of the deer and buffalo steaks over the coals, and ate real bread from the lockers.

“All things must come to an end,” said Shif’less Sol, with a sigh, when he could eat no more.  “It’s on sech ’casions ez this that I realize it.  I wish I wuz ez hungry ez I wuz a little while ago, an’ could eat all over ag’in.”

“We’ve been in big luck,” said Henry.  “If it hadn’t been for this little island I believe we would have been wrecked.  It’s true, too, that we’ll have to go around in our blankets for a while yet, because I don’t believe those clothes of ours will dry before morning.”

“Suits me,” said Jim Hart, as with proverbial caution he put out the fire after finishing cooking.  “I wouldn’t mind goin’ ‘roun’ in a blanket in summer.  Injuns do it an’ they find it pow’ful healthy.  Now the wind is dyin’ an’ the clouds are passin’ away, but it’s goin’ to be dark anyhow.  Jedgin’ from the looks uv things the night is right here.”

The wind undoubtedly was sinking fast.  The great storm was blowing itself away as rapidly as it had blown up.  The trees ceased to shake and moan, and looking down the channel whence they had entered, the five saw that the high waves no longer rolled across the surface of the lake.  In a few minutes more the last breath of the wind whistled off to eastward.  A cold twilight fell over the little isle of safety and the great lake, of whose rage they had been such vivid witnesses.