Using the Great Dipper to Find the True North
The tramp was again taken up. They began to grow tired now but they had gone in a direct line from the farmer's house, not to exceed a mile and a half, though in winding their ways around the houses they must have traveled twice that distance. Moreover, every step of the way was one of anxiety, which is more wearing than the bodily exertion.
Over fields, some of them newly-plowed; along hedges and fences, walking between rows of vegetables; through orchards; crawling over obstructions; ever alert to note and weigh each new or unfamiliar noise; these were the strenuous times through which our heroes were compelled to go in their wanderings. No wonder they grew tired.
"Are we going down hill?" inquired Ralph.
"Undoubtedly," said Alfred. "I hope we shall soon reach the second stream."
Ralph's hope was realized. The stream was near at hand, flowing directly north.
"We must follow this," whispered Alfred.
"Why not have something to eat?" said Ralph. "I am awfully hungry." Alfred needed no urging. Selecting a sheltered position under an overhanging bank, they sat down, and carefully opened one of the packages. They were surprised to find not only substantials there but real dainties.
"Oh, but this is good," remarked Ralph.