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Updated: June 15, 2025
Another drift of snow falling after he had gone to sleep had covered up his footsteps and he was as securely hidden as if he had been a hundred miles, instead of only a scant two miles, from the double French and German line. No human being noticed his presence. A small brown bird, much like the snowbird of his own land, hopped near, detected the human presence and then hopped deliberately away.
"Hurrah!" shouted the irrepressible Jack. "We're off!" "About nor-norwest is the course, Jack," cried Mark Sampson, likewise inspired by the flight of the Snowbird. As for Washington White, he gazed down to the dusky earth below them and his eyes rolled. "Gollyation!" he muttered. "If Buttsy should fall down dere, he'd suah jounce himself some; wouldn't he?"
Susie had stuck her head out of the window. "'Un's parson comin'," she announced. Mr. Barnett hastened towards us as fast as his little legs would carry him. He passed Frenchy's house, not knowing that the doctor was there, and stopped in surprise when he saw us. "I thought I was too late!" he exclaimed. "We saw the Snowbird flying, miles away, and I thought I should never see you again."
North and south of us extended the rocky coastline all frilled, at the foot of the great ledges, with the pearly spume of the long rollers. It was very early when we arrived in the Snowbird, and I was not on deck very long. It didn't seem nearly so beautiful then, and I had no idea that it would be like this. "It is perfectly marvelous," I told Captain Sammy. "But it is a terrible coast.
"Did you hear that?" he cried. "We're almost home." "Yes," she shivered. "And I'm glad glad " She did not speak to him again. When they entered the smooth water of the Snowbird, Jean's canoe drew close in beside them, but not a word fell from Croisset. Like shadows they moved up the stream between two black walls of forest.
It was pronounced of volcanic origin, yet the formation of it was not of recent time. Of course, this was the Snowbird, the aeroplane which our friends had been obliged to abandon. But by that time Jack and Mark had built another flying machine on the same lines as the one which they had lost in the crevasse of the glacier.
By eight o'clock the Snowbird had dropped the other machine below the horizon, and the swift pace at which they had driven the Snowbird was rapidly bringing them once more toward Canada. The storm had broken, but the clouds still hovered below them.
Jack Darrow was a youth less likely to be panic-stricken than his chum; but just as Mark Sampson had lost his head for a few minutes on the occasion when the Snowbird was tried out, so Jack was flustered now. The flying machine shot up at such a tangent, and so swiftly, that he was both amazed and frightened.
What little money he possessed after leaving Cragg's Ridge was exhausted, his supplies were gone, and his boots and clothes were patched with deer hide. In the Snowbird Lake country, a week after he left Cassidy in his paradise at Wollaston, he fell in with good fortune. Two trappers had come in from Churchill. One of them was sick, and the other needed help in the building of their winter cabin.
"That's praise indeed!" exclaimed Jack, smiling at his chum. "When the professor says we've won out, I don't care what anybody else says." "Do you think the Snowbird is fit for long-distance travel?" asked Mark of Professor Henderson, now displaying more eagerness than before. "I do indeed. I think you have a most excellent flying machine. I would not hesitate to start for San Francisco in her."
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