. Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature . ry.—Rations givingout.—Ammunition gone.—Arrival at Lake Itasca. THE following day, July seventeenth, was Sunday,and Captain Glazier, being a guest of Benedict, felt some delicacy in commencinghis journey on the Sabbath. Mr. Benedict, howevei-,greatly to his relief, not only decided that there couldbe nothing objectionable in his doing so, but alsooffered to launch his canoe and bid him fact, Mr. Benedict had done all in his power toalleviate the discomfort of his stay, by placing ath
. Sword and pen : or, Ventures and adventures of Willard Glazier in war and literature . ry.—Rations givingout.—Ammunition gone.—Arrival at Lake Itasca. THE following day, July seventeenth, was Sunday,and Captain Glazier, being a guest of Benedict, felt some delicacy in commencinghis journey on the Sabbath. Mr. Benedict, howevei-,greatly to his relief, not only decided that there couldbe nothing objectionable in his doing so, but alsooffered to launch his canoe and bid him fact, Mr. Benedict had done all in his power toalleviate the discomfort of his stay, by placing athis service the only civilized bed the village pos-sessed, but now Bishop Whipple was hourly expected toarrive in the course of his regular visitations to the mis-sionary posts he had established, and the Captain wasnot inclined to monopolize a luxury which doubt-less the Bishop would appreciate as much as , early in the morning, which proved to beclear and beautiful, the explorers met on the shore ofthe lake, preparatory to their embarkation. A large(454) iiJ. EXPLORATIOS AND DISCOVERY. 455 number of Indians had assembled to see them Mouth was there, watching his white brotherswith interest as they stepj^ed cautiously into the ca-noes, for Captain Glazier had not forgotten his firstexperience with one of these light vessels. WhiteCloud, also, was there, chief of the Mississippis, think-ing, mayhap, somewhat sadly of the time when thegreat Father of Waters was known only to the RedMan who hunted on its banks, or glided swiftly downits stream, in happy ignorance of the days when cityafter city should line its shores, and steamboats forcetheir devious way through its waters. There, too,were the friends and relatives of Chenowagesic andthe other guides, watching with characteristic gravitythe final preparations. Rev. Mr. Benedict, the onlywhite man on the beach other than the explorers, stoodready to launch the canoe. It was a scene well worthy the
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