But the next morning saw him in the stern of his boat ready to take the
cataract once more. His head was still bandaged and felt rather light,
but he did his day's work as usual. And before the next evening he was
at the head of the column, far down the Nile, without knowing even the
name of the man whose life he had saved.

And that same day a young naval officer, lying in a hospital boat asked
anxiously if he might not see the Canadian pilot, known as Big Scalper,
and was informed that the Indian of that name had gone on at the front
of the column, but that he would see him when they disbanded at Korti.

But when the voyageurs drew up before the flagstaff to receive the
General's farewell, the young officer lay tossing in delirium; and when
next he saw his preserver it was not in Egyptian bondage, but in the
new land of promise.

XVI

RE-VOYAGE

"For dere's no place lak our own place, don't care de far you're goin',
Dat's what the whole worl's sayin', w'enever dey come here,
'Cos we got de fines' contree, an' de beeges' reever flowin',
An' le bon Dieu sen' de sunshine nearly twelve mont' ev'ry year."
--WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND.

And surely the Israelites, on the borders of Canaan, felt no more joy
than did the two voyageurs when they first sighted the green shores of
Canada. As they steamed up the St. Lawrence Dan's delight reached the
dangerous stage. He was dying for a fight, and a fight he must have,
he declared. And for this purpose he danced about the deck,
brandishing his fists, and beseeching everyone within hearing to speak
up and say that Canady wasn't jist the flower garden of creation,
barrin' ould Ireland. Before he succeeded in getting himself into
serious trouble, Scotty wisely put the wild Irishman down upon the deck
and sat on him until the first spasms of the home-coming ecstasy were
over.

But when the boys reached the little railway station a few miles from
Glenoro, and saw Hamish's kind, brown eyes and old Pat Murphy's red
face beaming a double welcome, there were no noisy demonstrations. For
as they drove up through the ever-changing panorama of hill and valley,
with the flash of the river and the blue gleam of lakes peeping through
the green, Scotty had a choking lump in his throat--and even Dan was
silent. For they were home again, and Oro was vocal with the joy of
returning spring.

The pink-tinted buds were everywhere bursting into green, the marsh