CHAPTEE XXI. 
WINTEK-QUAKTERS . 
IHE lieutenant was the first to throw off the 
gloom which oppressed the little circle around 
I the fire after Peeschee's departure. 
" Well," he cried, cheerily, there's no use in our mop- 
ing here, at all events. I've been in a good deal tighter 
place than this, and I don't give up the ship. If we are 
to stay here for a while, we must have a place to live in." 
"Flossie is certainly no worse," added Mr. Dutton, 
catching the other's hopeful tone. " Perhaps the winter 
air will be the very best thing for her, if we can make a 
comfortable shelter for the cold months." 
"Oh, good, good!" cried little Nat, who had just 
rim out from his sister's tent. " Shall we have a real 
log cabin to live in ? Like President Lincoln ? " 
Mr. Dutton laughed. " Who knows, Nat," said he, 
taking the boy on his knee, " but you will be president 
some day ! and people will read about President Nathaniel 
Button's early hardships in the wilds of Alaska ! " 
" Well, I know 'twould make an awful good book," 
said the boy, decidedly. " I just wish I could read it, 
