Our green hunting-clothes were soon donned, and we went out into the hall; a flight of broad steps led up to the roof; Roxana appeared at the top and beckoned us thither. We ascended, and found ourselves on the flat roof. Samuel stood with his face toward the east and his arms outstretched, watching the horizon; behind was Roxana, with her hands clasped on her breast and her head bowed: thus they waited. The eastern sky was bright with golden light; rays shot upward toward the zenith, where the rose-lights of dawn were retreating down to the west, which still lay in the shadow of night; there was not a sound; the Flats stretched out dusky and still. Two or three minutes passed, and then a dazzling rim appeared above the horizon, and the first gleam of sunshine was shed over the level earth; simultaneously the two began a chant, simple as a Gregorian, but rendered in correct full tones. The words, apparently, had been collected from the Bible:-- "The heavens declare the glory of God-- Joy cometh in the morning! In them is laid out the path of the sun-- Joy cometh in the morning! As a bride groom goeth he forth; As a strong man runneth his race, The outgoings of the morning Praise thee, O Lord! Like a pelican in the wilderness, Like a sparrow upon the house top, I wait for the Lord. It is good that we hope and wait, Wait--wait. The chant over, the two stood a moment silently, as if in contemplation, and then descended, passing us without a word or sign, with their hands clasped before them as though forming part of an unseen procession. Raymond and I were left alone upon the house-top. 'After all, it is not such a bad opening for a day; and there is the pelican of the wilderness to emphasize it,' I said, as a heron flew up from the water, and, slowly flapping his great wings, sailed across to another channel. As the sun rose higher, the birds began to sing; first a single note here and there, then a little trilling solo, and finally an outpouring of melody on all sides,--land-birds and water-birds, birds that lived in the Flats, and birds that had flown thither for breakfast,--the whole waste was awake and rejoicing in the sunshine. 'What a wild place it is!' said Raymond. 'How boundless it looks! One hill in the distance, one dark line of forest, even one tree, would break its charm. I have seen the ocean, I have seen the prairies, I have seen the great desert, but this is like a mixture of the three. It is an ocean full of land,--a prairie full of water,--a desert full of verdure.' 'Whatever it is, we shall find in it fishing and aquatic hunting to our hearts' content,' I answered.