After that the streams run northward, to Hudson Bay, and when we reach them we'll hold our breath and pray instead of paddling.

Oh, it will be exciting fun rushing down-stream on the floods!" "But there is work before us to-morrow--hard work," said Rod.

"And I'm going to bed.

Good night!" Mukoki and Wabigoon soon followed their companion's example, and half an hour later nothing but the crackling of the fire disturbed the stillness of the camp.

Mukoki was as regular as clockwork in his rising, and an hour before dawn he was up and preparing breakfast.
When his young comrades aroused themselves they found the ducks they had shot the preceding day roasting on spits over the fire, and coffee nearly ready.