"WE'RE AT THE FUT OF THE LAKE," SHOUTED TIM.
Such was the fact. A steamer guided by pilot and compass could not have come more directly to the termination of the sheet of water. Tim had cause for rejoicing, and all congratulated themselves upon their good fortune.
"There's only one bad thing about the same," he added more seriously.
"What's that?" asked Jeff.
"We're no longer in the United States."
"That's the fact," said Hardman, "we're in British Columbia."
After all, this was a small matter. Inasmuch as the signs indicated a severe storm, it was decided to stay where they were until its chief fury was spent. The snow was shovelled aside to allow them to reach the frozen earth, into which the stakes were securely driven, and the tent set up, with the stove in position.
Beyond Chilkoot Pass plenty of timber is to be found, consisting of pine, spruce, cottonwood, and birch. Thus far not the first sign of game had been seen. The whole country, after leaving Dyea, is mountainous.
Most of the goods were left on the raft, where they were protected by the rubber sheathing and the secure manner in which they were packed and bound.