Midnight Sun
These men are simply wonders . Are n't they ? '' Uncle Dick nodded his quiet assent . `` Our boat 's getting loaded , too , '' said Jesse , pointing to where the _ Midnight Sun _ stood swinging in the current . `` Look at them fill her up . '' It was true ; the factor in charge of the embarkation-work was checking out the cargo for each boat . Each scow had its number , and that number was credited to a certain fur-post along the great route to the mouth of the Mackenzie River .