the
midnight sun
`` I feel the winter in the wind . An ' see how dark the days are gettin ' on us . '' `` I 'm for hunting musk-oxen , '' replied Jones . `` Man , we 're facin ' the northern night ; we 're in the land of the midnight sun . Soon we 'll be shut in for seven months . A cabin we want , an ' wood , an ' meat . '' A forest of stunted spruce trees edged on the lake , and soon its dreary solitudes rang to the strokes of axes .