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THE BED MOUNTAIN OF ALASKA. 
roofed spire, beneath which the gorgeously bedecked priests 
had so long administered the rites of the Greek Church to 
Siwash, Stickeen, American, Englishman, and Russian. 
But Mrs. Dutton was already busy with preparations 
for the trip, and at eleven o'clock, while it was still bright 
daylight, the two ladies retired to dream of the glaciers, 
forests, and volcanoes which lay in their path ; which 
separated them from the wonderful " Red Mountain." 
Next morning, Florence is awakened by a flood of sun- 
light streaming in on her chamber floor. Conscience- 
stricken at having overslept, she patters to the window 
for a look at the new country before dressing. Nobody 
seems to be stirring. Curious, how lazy the inhabitants 
are ! She pulls out the tiny Geneva watch that her 
father gave her on her sixteenth birthday, and springs 
open the cover. A quarter before three ! With a merry 
little laugh all to herself, the girl swings to the shutters 
of the windows, jumps back into bed again, cuddles down 
under the blankets, and is soon enjoying the soundest of 
morning naps. 
