e in the hope of bettering their fortunes.

The man with the glass eye was frequently seen on deck, but, as Fred and
Jerry were careful not to mention the treasure again, they paid little
attention to him. Once the man, whose name Fred learned was Jacob
Callack, tried to get into conversation with the lad.

"You and your friends going to prospect or buy up some claims?" asked
Callack.

"Prospecting," replied Fred, for surely hunting for a buried treasure
was "prospecting" for gold if anything was.

"Whereabouts?"

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"We haven't quite decided," said Fred, truthfully enough, and then,
seeing Mr. Baxter coming, he went to join him.

"Oh, you think you'll throw me off the track," murmured the man with the
glass eye as Fred left him. "But I'll find out yet. Jake Callack can see
more with his one eye than some folks can with two. You can't lose me so
easily as all that."

As the days passed there was a noticeable change in temperature. The
winter was just setting in, and winter in the northern regions means
something very different from what it does in the United States.

When Fred and Jerry came on deck one morning there was a sharper tang
than usual in the air.

"We'll sight ice to-day," remarked one of the sailors.

"Do you mean an iceberg?" asked Fred.

"That's what. I can tell by the smell. We'll sight a big one before
night."

The sailor proved a good prophet, and that afternoon the steamer passed
an immense berg, the glittering pinnacles of which towered high into the
air. The presence of it added to the cold, which was becoming sharper
every hour.

"Time to get out our fur garments, I guess," said Mr. Baxter that night,
and from the baggage he had Johnson take out thick fur coats, caps and
mittens, while heavy fur-lined boots were gotten in readiness for the
journey on land, which would soon begin.

If there had been confusion on the dock in San Francisco over the
sailing of the ship, there was more when she arrived at her destination
and proceeded to land the passengers and stores. The _Sea Lion_ went up
the Yukon River as far as it was navigable for her and there docked.

There was a settlement on shore, but even in the wildest mining region
of California there was nothing to equal it.

A fierce snowstorm the day before the ship arrived had covered
everything with a coat of white. The cold was bitter, and even in thei