the Midnight Sun
There had been no night . The sun had not sunk at all beyond yonder dark , ragged fringe of the spruce-trees marking the horizon . Not even the lower edge of its disk had been broken by the top of the tallest spruce-tree . Yes , for one of the few remaining nights of that year it had been given to our young travelers to see the Midnight Sun at its lowest point . It was a strange sun , so it seemed to them all . After it had sunk far off to the left of the Peel River it seemed to hang there for a time , and then to go , not in the arc of a circle , but almost in a line parallel with the level of the earth plane , passing with considerable rapidity from left to right in its course . Its reflection upon the water of the Peel River , very noticeable at first , changed until by and by there was no reflection left at all and it had passed off across the spruce forest upon the right bank of the river .