“Is it a pretty place?” Jean asked, now much excited.  “Have you ever been there?”

“Not often, Miss.  I generally keep out in the main channel, as I haven’t the time to run into any of the out-of-the-way places.  But I guess you’ll like it all right.”

“I am going to like it,” the girl declared with enthusiasm.  “And what is more, I am going to do my best to make others like it, too.  It will be our home only for a while until daddy and the other men can look around and choose places where they are to settle permanently.  Mammy, I believe, will be the hardest one to manage.  She means well, and makes all kinds of promises, though she is very forgetful.  I must now go and cheer her up.”

An hour and a half later the Polly left the channel and glided in through a narrow opening between the first island and the mainland.  Captain Leavitt was at the wheel, for navigation here was difficult.  Jean was standing by his side, her eyes and face aglow with animation.

“What a wonderful and beautiful place this is!” she exclaimed.  “Those islands lying over there, and that long point running out into the river make this a perfect harbour.  Where do we land, captain?”

“Straight ahead, Miss, where those big pines stand the thickest,” the captain replied as he gave the wheel a rapid turn to the left.  “Say, I nearly struck that bar,” he added.  “I didn’t know it ran out so far from the island.”

In less than a half hour the Polly was brought up head to the wind, and the anchor dropped.  The small boat, which had been towed astern, was brought into service, and the passengers taken ashore.  It was a snug cove where these exiles had determined for a time to make their wilderness home.  The land lifted gradually back to the high hills, all covered with a dense forest.  Eastward, toward the point, the trees were thinner, and in some spots the land had been cleared, evidently by early French settlers.  To the northwest the water extended inland in the form of a marshy creek, with a fair-sized brook beyond, flanked on both sides by high hills.

It wanted but two hours to sunset when the passengers were landed, and their household effects brought ashore.  It was a busy time, for camping sites had to be chosen, underbrush cleared away, and tents pitched.  But men and women alike worked with a hearty good will.  There was something thrilling and invigorating in this new and strange life.  It was most restful after the tumult and distractions of war, the unpleasant ocean voyage, and the landing at desolate Portland Point.  The warmth and brightness of the day, the fragrance of the forest, and the happy laughter of children racing along the sandy shore charmed and inspired the parents’ hearts.  Even Old Mammy forgot for a time her gloomy forbodings, and was quite cheerful as she helped Jean to unpack some of their household belongings.

The Colonel had pitched his tent in a snug retreat several rods back from the water.  When the last peg had been driven securely into the ground, he stepped back to view the effect.