"Your Alaska, Captain Rifle." Out of the clearness of the night came to them a distant sound like the low moan of thunder.

Twice before, Mary Standish had heard it, and now she asked: "What was that?
Surely it can not be a storm, with the moon like that, and the stars so clear above!" "It is ice breaking from the glaciers and falling into the sea.

We are in the Wrangel Narrows, and very near the shore, Miss Standish.

If it were day you could hear the birds singing.

This is what we call the Inside Passage.