CHAPTER X. 
DAY AND KIGHT IN ALASKA. 
T was now after nine o'clock in the evening, but 
the sun was still shining brightly, lighting up 
with a soft glow the slopes of Mt. Edgecumbe, 
fourteen miles away, and throwing a strange light over 
every object ashore. It seemed like a dream. There 
was the old castle, of which they had read, the decaying 
wharf, the desolate but sturdy old buildings of the Rus- 
sians, and the ice-topped heights far away, reaching up 
into the eastern sky. 
But now a tall, manly figure appeared on the wharf, as 
the vessel dropped her anchor a short distance from the 
shore. In another minute a boat was seen putting off, 
manned by a native oarsman. 
" Uncle Dick ! Uncle Dick ! " cried Flossie, recognizing 
the quiet figure in dark blue sitting in the stern-sheets. 
The ofiicer made no reply, but lifted his hat and 
swung it. 
The boat came alongside ; Lieutenant Richard Dutton 
was up over the side in a twinkling, and held Flossie and 
her mother in his honest arms. 
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