Attheheadheplacedtheneatsackofherbelongings。Forhisownhemadeashelterwithcrossedpolesandasheetofcanvasbeyondthefirstpines。Hebuiltthefirewhereitssmokewouldfloatoutwardfromthetreesandthetent，andnearithestoodthecookingthingsandhisprovisions，andmadethisfirstsupperreadyinthetwilight。Hehadbroughtmuchwithhim；butfortenminuteshefished，catchingtroutenough。Whenatlengthshecameridingoverthestreamathiscall，therewasnothingforhertodobutsitandeatatthetablehehadlaid。Theysattogether，watchingthelastofthetwilightandthegentleoncomingofthedusk。Thefinalafter-glowofdayleftthesky，andthroughthepurplewhichfolloweditcameslowlythefirststars，brightandwideapart。Theywatchedthespacesbetweenthemfinwithmorestars，whilenearthemtheflamesandembersoftheirfiregrewbrighter。Thenhesenthertothetentwhilehecleanedthedishesandvisitedthehorsestoseethattheydidnotstrayfromthepasture。Somewhileafterthedarknesswasfullycome，herejoinedher。Allhadbeenashehadseenitinhisthoughtsbeforehand:thepineswiththesettingsunuponthem，thesinkingcamp-fire，andnowthesoundofthewaterasitflowedmurmuringbytheshoresoftheisland。
Thetentopenedtotheeast，andfromittheywatchedtogethertheirfirstsunrise。Inhisthoughtshehadseenthismorningbeforehandalso:thewaking，thegentlesoundofthewatermurmuringceaselessly，thegrowingday，thevisionofthestream，thesensethattheworldwasshutawayfarfromthem。Sodiditallhappen，exceptthathewhisperedtoheragain:-“Betterthanmydreams。“
Theysawthesunlightbeginuponahilltop；andpresentlycamethesunitself，andlakesofwarmthflowedintotheair，slowlyfillingthegreensolitude。Alongtheislandshorestheripplescaughtflashesfromthesun。
“Iamgoingintothestream，“hesaidtoher；andrising，heleftherinthetent。Thiswashissideoftheisland，hehadtoldherlastnight；theotherwashers，wherehehadmadeaplaceforhertobathe。Whenhewasgone，shefoundit，walkingthroughthetreesandrockstothewater’sedge。Andso，withtheislandbetweenthem，thetwobathedinthecoldstream。Whenhecameback，hefoundheralreadybusyattheircamp。Thebluesmokeofthefirewasfloatingoutfromthetrees，loiteringundispersedinthequietair，andshewasgettingtheirbreakfast。Shehadbeenabletoforestallhimbecausehehaddelayedlongathisdressing，notwillingtoreturntoherunshaven。Shelookedathiseyesthatwereclearasthewaterhehadleapedinto，andathissoftsilkneckerchief，knottedwithcare。
“Donotletusevergoawayfromhere！“shecried，andrantohimashecame。Theysatlongtogetheratbreakfast，breathingthemorningbreathoftheearththatwasfragrantwithwoodlandmoistureandwiththepines。Afterthemealhecouldnotpreventherhelpinghimmakeeverythingclean。Then，byallcustomsofmountainjourneys，itwastimetheyshouldbreakcampandbemovingbeforetheheatoftheday。Butfirst，theydelayedfornoreason，savethatinthesehourstheysolovedtodonothing。Andnext，whenwithsomeenergyhegotuponhisfeetanddeclaredhemustgoanddrivethehorsesin，sheasked，Why？Woulditnotbewellforhimtofishhere，thattheymightbesureoftroutattheirnooning？Andthoughheknewthatwheretheyshouldstopfornoon，troutwouldbeassureashere，hetookthischanceformoredelay。