CHAPTER XXIX. 
OYER THE ICE. 
lELL, I swan ! I'd riither travel tew miles through 
the woods than one on this ice. Do you 
I s'pose 'twill last long, cap'n?" 
" I'm sure I can't tell, Solomon. If this glacier is 
what is meant by those wavy cross-lines on the map, we 
shall probably get over it in the course of three or four 
hours." 
Solomon groaned so comically that Flossie laughed out- 
right. 
" I don't mind it a bit," said she, merrily. " This 
reminds me of when I was in Switzerland, Solomon. We 
often walked on a glacier, though none of them were as 
large as this." 
The Buttons, you see, were fairly en route once more. 
Not without a feeling of sadness, they bade farewell to 
the huts that had sheltered them so long, knowing the 
extreme improbability of their ever beholding them again. 
In easy stages they had journeyed to the eastward. 
After about a week of steady ascent, they had come to a 
broad river of ice, bordered by immense moraines, or 
banks of stone and gravel, pushed up by the glacier. No 
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