The weather continued fine, and the water smooth as before.  As I gazed over the vast expanse spread out on our left, I could scarcely fancy myself navigating an inland lake, small though it was compared to many in that region.  I thought, too, of how it would appear should a storm arise, and the now tranquil surface be turned into foaming billows by the furious wind.  Our canoe, with sides not much thicker than a few sheets of brown paper, would have been a frail bark for navigating the lake under such circumstances.