The Young Alaskans on the Trail

d their tent down and rolled up ready to put in the canoe. Their beds also were rolled, each in its own canvas, and lashed with a rope. Their

derwear and spare socks, were very quickly made ready, and placed in order each with its o

n their packages, and even before the boys were done with their work he was carrying these parcels down to the first canoe, which wa

oad each boat just the same every day. There's no

he's onkle," declared Moise. "He'll make those men get up by two, three, i

do a little reading this

answered Alex. "You ought to keep

ven't got any sextant to take observations, but I've got all the maps, and I've

our youngest friend here will go amidships, sitting flat on the bottom of the canoe, with his back against his bed-roll. The blankets and tent will make the sea

e, "I'll go slow with tho

scared yet," said John, s

appy. The silence of the great hills about him, situated as they now were far from all human habitation, made him feel rather

d cut out the way a little bit on this little creek,"

way in among the tangled thicket, sometimes in and sometimes out of the wa

do you think, Mr.

he first canoe, which was named t

pushed the other canoe over the last foot or

imed Moise, admiringly. "I'll bet not even my onk

ty feet long, all made out of birch-bark," sa

n, "and the most we'll have in either of ours will be

unting in what we're going to eat. We'll have to get something in the way of meat as we go on through. Fine boats these, and much better than birch-bark. Pe

cement, and shellac, and tacks, and cord, and wire. We'l

suring way. "Moise, don't you think your load settles

g a judicial look at the low freeboard o

time," ventured Jesse. "John gets a

n's well-known appetite. All were in good spirits

ut his boat-the words of the old Canadian voyageurs' boat so

d Alex. "I don't think we can 'roll the ball,'

ay through an embarras, as the voyageurs call a pile of driftwood. The boys, however, only enjoyed this sort of work. They were w

ieurs," cried Mo