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musically over a mossy ledge, into the lake itself. The 
boys cut and broke armfuls of boughs from the young 
spruces that grew thickly along the edge of the forest, 
and threw them into the camp for a bed. Nat was left 
to kindle the fire, a task at which he was a particular 
adept. With bits of bark and dried twigs he soon had a 
jolly blaze mounting up through the larger sticks, and the 
camp was ready. Rob strolled off with his gun, and Hugh 
with fishing-rod and flies, as usual. Mr. Button took 
shelter behind a mosquito net, and registered in his diary 
the events of the day, the various sorts of plants and 
living creatures he had observed ; and the situation and 
most striking characteristics of the lake before him. Then 
he took out his map of the British provinces and Alaska, 
settling his position beyond a doubt, and marking his 
camping spot with a pencilled cross. Those boys who 
would like to know just where the party was encamped 
may make a cross on their maps at exactly lat. 61° 30' 
N., long. 128° 10' W. from Greenwich. If the map is a 
good one, they will find this lake, shaped something like 
a horseshoe, with the open end toward the north. On the 
east bank of the right-hand arm of the horseshoe was 
Camp Prospect," as Mr. Button named their halting- 
place. 
