"A pipeful of tobacco," replied the sailor, whose whole smoking outfit had been lost with his sledge.
"All I want," laughed Phil, "is to know how and when we are to get out of this trap and continue our journey to Sitka. I hate the thought of spending a couple of months here, even if there are plenty of goats."
"I can't think of anything else we can do," said Serge, thoughtfully.
And yet those who were to rescue them from their perplexing situation were within five miles of them at that very moment.
[to be continued.]
OAKLEIGH.
BY ELLEN DOUGLAS DELAND.
CHAPTER II.
They were all in the "long parlor" after tea. It was a beautiful room, extending the length of the house, and it was large enough to contain four windows and two fire-places. The paper on the walls was old-fashioned—indeed, it had been there when the children's grandmother was a girl, and the furniture was of equally early date.