always used along the lakes. The ice 'moves out' of every harbor from
Ogdensburg to Duluth. You can see the great white floes drift away
into the horizon, and the question comes, Where do they go? Do they
meet out there the counter floes from the Canada side, and then do
they all join hands and sink at a given signal to the bottom?
Certainly, there is nothing melting in the mood of the raw spring
winds and clouded skies.

'What are your plans?' asked old Fog, abruptly, one morning when the
gulls had flown out to sea, and the fog came stealing up from the
south.

'For what?'

'For the marriage.'

'Aha!' thought Waring, with a smile of covert amusement, 'he is in a
hurry to secure the prize, is he? The sharp old fellow!' Aloud he
said, 'I thought we would all three sail over to Mackinac; and there
we could be married, Silver and I, by the fort chaplain, and take the
first Buffalo steamer; you could return here at your leisure.'

'Would it not be a better plan to bring a clergyman here, and then you
two could sail without me? I am not as strong as I was; I feel that I
cannot bear--I mean that you had better go without me.'

'As you please; I thought it would be a change for you, that was all.'

'It would only prolong--No, I think, if you are willing, we will have
the marriage here, and then you can sail immediately.'