the Midnight Sun
We are getting into the Far North of which we have read so much . It is fine ! '' Of the motley assemblages which thronged the capacity of the steamer _ Mackenzie River _ our three young companions were usually the first to arise in the morning . Morning , however , had come by this time to be a relative term , for the steady progress into the northern latitudes had now brought them almost under the Midnight Sun , so that there was but a brief period of darkness at any hour of the night . On the morning of July 6th they stood conversing on the fore deck , looking down the vast river as it passed between its bold and broken shores . `` Well , '' said Rob to the others , `` here we are , not quite forty days out from our start , and we have come more than sixteen hundred miles already ! We 're beginning to add now to our daily mileage , traveling this way day and night . ''