The boy
didn't seem to mind it in the least, but climbed aboard again
perfectly good-natured, and waved his dripping hat at the girls
until a bend in the shore line hid them from sight.

"O dear," cried Migwan, "to think that the next time the
_Bluebird_ comes we'll get aboard her and sail out through the
Gap and leave dear Camp Winnebago behind forever!"

But Nyoda would not let them be sad even though it was all coming
to an end, and kept up such a perfect whirl of merrymaking that
they did not have any time to think of the evil day so near at
hand. Seeing Sahwah sitting pensively on the dock one day she
fastened a rope to the launch and bade her hang on to it and then
drove the launch around in swift circles. Sahwah shot through
the water like a torpedo, holding on for dear life and shrieking
with excitement. The other girls came running at the sound and
demanded to be towed likewise, and soon the launch had a tail
like a kite, that swished along at a fearful rate, leaving a long
foaming ridge in its wake, until one by one the joy riders
dropped off and swam ashore.

The nights were very cool now and the girls required sweaters and
sometimes blankets when they sat on the high rocks after sundown
and watched the stars rise over the lake. Nakwisi was in
constant demand in those star watches to introduce the girls to
their brothers and sisters in the sky, and under her guidance
they soon learned where to look for Corona, Arcturus, The Twins,
Spica, Vega, Regulus and all the gentle summer stars. The wide
open spaces of the sky over the lake were a constant delight to
Nakwisi, and she kept saying, "What a joy it is not to have your
favorite constellation cut in half by a chimney or a telegraph
pole!"

Willingly she told over and over again the story of Castor and
Pollux, of the Great Bear and the Little Bear, of Cassiopeia, and
Corona Borealis. They were thrilled night after night when
Scorpio sprawled his great length over the hilltops, with fiery
Antares glowing like a jewel in his shell. They traced out the
filmy scarf of the Milky Way and recalled the Indian legend of
this being the pathway of the departed spirits. Nakwisi told
another tale about two lovers who were separated in death and
placed on different spheres, and who built the Milky Way as a
bridge so they could communicate with each other. Nyoda had
taught the girls the three ways the Indians had of testing
eyesight, namely, by reproducing t