THE BUNGALOW BOYS ALONG THE YUKON

CONTENTS


CHAPTER
I. A MYSTERIOUS CRAFT
II. NORTHWARD HO!
III. MR. DACRE EXPLAINS
IV. SANDY FINDS A MASCOT
V. A MID-OCEAN HUNTING TRIP
VI. A LIBATION TO THE TOTEM
VII. AN ADVENTURE OF JACK'S
VIII. "THE TALE OF A WHALE"
IX. WILD WATERS
X. THE TIDAL "BORE"
XI. ADRIFT ON THE OCEAN
XII. SHIFTING FOR THEMSELVES
XIII. AN ISLAND LIFE
XIV. THE GREAT BEARS OF KADIAK
XV. HEMMED IN
XVI. UNCERTAINTY
XVII. THE YUKON ROVER
XVIII. AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE NATIVES
XIX. HARD ASHORE
XX. DOWN THE GLACIER
XXI. THE GRIP OF THE YUKON
XXII. TWO STRANGE VISITORS
XXIII. OLAF'S GREAT LESSON
XXIV. ON THE PORCUPINE RIVER
XXV. THE MYSTERIOUS MEN
XXVI. THE DEAD MAN'S MINE
XXVII. IN NEED OF A FRIEND
XXVIII. --AND A FRIEND IN NEED
XXIX. CONDEMNED TO THE MINES
XXX. THE GRASP OF CIRCUMSTANCE




THE BUNGALOW BOYS ALONG THE YUKON




CHAPTER I.

A MYSTERIOUS CRAFT.


On a certain May afternoon, Tom Jessop, assigned to "cover" the
Seattle waterfront for his paper, the _Seattle Post-Intelligencer_,
had his curiosity aroused by a craft that lay at the Spring Street
dock. The vessel was newly painted, trim and trig in appearance and
was seemingly of about two thousand tons register. Amidships was a
single yellow funnel. From the aftermost of the two masts fluttered a
blue flag with a square of white in the center. The reporter knew that
this was the "Blue Peter," flown in token that the steamer was about
to sail.

But the steamer, which bore the name of _Northerner_, flew no house
flag to indicate the line she belonged to, nor in the shipping news of
the day did her name appear. The reporter scented a "story" at once.
From some hangerson about the dock he found out that the strange craft
had formerly been the _James K. Thompson_, of San Francisco, in the
coastwise trade. She had been refitted and equipped at the Aetna Iron
Works by her purchaser, a Mr. Chisholm Dacre. That was all that the
longshoremen could tell him.

On the bridge was a stalwart form in a goldlaced cap indicating the
rank of captain. By his side stood a well-built man of middle age with
a crisp iron-gray beard neatly clipped and a sunburned face, from
which two keen blue eyes twinkled quizzically as he gazed down at the
figure of the reporter on the dock.

"Are you Mr. Dacre?" hailed the reporter, guessing that the bearded
man was the _Northerner's_new owner.

"That is my name. What can I do for you?" was the rejoinder.

"My name is Jessop. Ship-news man for the _Post-Intelligencer_. Can I
come on board?"

"I am afraid not, Mr. Jessop," rejoined Mr. Dacre, whom our readers
know as the Bungalow Boys' uncle. "What do you want?"