to the same tune next morning when we came to start; but then, when the canoes were lying empty, there was no word of any such petition. Delicacy? or perhaps a bit of fear for the water in so crank a vessel? I hate cynicism a great deal worse than I do the devil; unless perhaps the two were the same thing? And yet 'tis a good tonic; the cold tub and bath-towel of the sentiments; and positively necessary to life in cases of advanced sensibility.
From the boats they turned to my costume. They could not make enough of my red sash; and my knife filled them with awe.
"They make them like that in England," said the boy with one arm. I was glad he did not know how badly we make them in England now-a-days. "They are for people who go away to sea," he added, "and to defend one's life against great fish."
I felt I was becoming a more and more
