"No, it's a dog."
"A what?"
"Sundog."
"Bob, you certainly are a lubber," laughed Mr. Major. "Didn't you ever see a sundog before?"
"Never. What are they for?"
"I don't know what they are for. I know what they do—they bring gales and storm and trouble all along the line. That's what the dogs do."
"I think the other ships saw it before we did, for there doesn't seem to be another boat on the lake."
"No; at least, the little fellows have taken to harbors along the coast. It wasn't the sundog, however, but the glass that warned them. You know the glass has been falling for the past twenty-four hours. We know what to expect when that happens, but we don't know what to expect when the storm strikes us. These lakes are the most treacherous bodies of water in the world. Twenty miles beyond here is the graveyard of Superior, where the hulls of more than fifty ships lie rotting on the bottom. Some of them went down in weather no worse than this. This is bad enough."
Bob listened attentively.
"Do you ever get seasick in any of these storms?"