"Tyee Klake says we can hunt toward the base of the glacier, and I
shall try to go a little ways upon it and see how the land lies, or,
rather, the ice. It is getting warmer, and, if it continues a few days,
the snow will melt enough to let us go over to that island you are so
anxious to see."

Ted's eyes shone, and the amount of breakfast he put away quite prepared
him for his day's work, which, pleasant though it might be, certainly was
hard work. The chief said they must seek the glacier first before the sun
got hot, for it was blinding on the snow. So they set out soon after
breakfast, leaving Chetwoof in charge of the camp, and with orders to
catch enough fish for dinner.

"We'll be ready to eat them, heads and tails," said Ted, and his father
added, laughingly:

"'Bible, bones, and hymn-book, too.'"

"What does that mean?" asked Ted, as Kalitan looked up inquiringly.

"Once a writer named Macaulay said he could make a rhyme for any word in
the English language, and a man replied, 'You can't rhyme Timbuctoo.' But
he answered without a pause:

"If I were a Cassowary
On the plains of Timbuctoo,
I'd eat up a missionary,
Bible, bones, and hymn-book, too."

Ted laughed, but Kalitan said, grimly: