“Well?” said the captain, smiling.
“That’s the north,” said Steve, with his forehead wrinkled.
“Of course; we knew that before.”
“And the sun looks as if it were just going to set in the wrong place, sir.”
“Yes, my lad; but it is not going to set. In another quarter of an hour it will be at its lowest point, and then begin to rise higher and travel apparently eastward to the south. You wanted to see the midnight sun. There it is; but I hope you’ll see it to greater perfection when we get farther north.”
“Yes; but won’t it set at all?” cried Steve.
“No; we shall have what will seem like endless day for the rest of the summer.”
“And shan’t want lamps?”
“No, not for a long time to come.”
“But, then, shan’t we want to go to bed and sleep?”