CHAPTER XI .-- Among A Strange Foe.
It was true.
Far off to the northwest they could see the shore of a land that was covered with ice and snow.
The snow was of a reddish color, and the ice a deep blue.
But this was not all, nor by far the strangest part of the picture.
On the top of a hill, amid the snow, there stood a large cedar tree.
Its heavy branches swayed in the breeze mournfully; for though standing as if planted, the tree was dead.
For several minutes those on the _Dart_ viewed the scene.
Then Bob broke the spell.
"Do you know what I think ?" he said.
"I think that dead cedar was stuck up on the hill for a guide." "Perhaps you are right," returned Captain Sumner.

"One thing is certain--we have reached Cedar Island, as Gross called it.

Probably the ground has a Russian name a yard long." "Let us waste no time in getting ashore," cried Bob.

"My father may be waiting for us!" At this the captain said nothing, not wishing to hurt the boy's feelings.

But the _Dart_ continued on her course, and soon they dropped anchor in deep water but a few rods from the edge of the land.
Bob was the first to enter the small boat.