Midnight Sun
Again the bowman squatted on his short fore deck . François , the steersman , stood on his plank walk at the handle of the great steering-oar . Gently they pushed out from shore , the last boat of the brigade . `` Here goes the _ Midnight Sun _ ! '' cried Jesse , waving his hat . Uncle Dick watched them closely as the boat advanced . The boys spoke little or not at all , and John later accused Jesse of trying to pinch a piece out of the side of the boat , he held on so tight .