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FARTHEST NORTH
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Look!” cried Rob to his two companions as they stood on the far deck of the steamboat. “Look yonder!”
He was pointing on ahead through the low-hanging mist and drizzling rain which had marked the last few hours of their last day of steamboat travel.
“What is it?” demanded Jesse, also crowding toward the bow.
“I know. It’s the Rockies!” cried John. “Uncle Dick told me that those mountains were the most northerly spur of the Rocky Mountains. It’s where they go farthest north. So, fellows, we’ve been somewhere, haven’t we? Uncle Dick was right—this is the greatest trip we’ve had, as sure as you’re born.”
“But look yonder on ahead,” resumed Jesse. “What river is that we’re turning into now?”