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Show 75 Chapter 7: Down The Mighty Yukon Even now, when I wake up smiling from a pleasant dream, i t is usually that raft t r i p doxm the Yukon I have been dreaming about. Why, I will never know. I t was hard. I t was dangerous. The mosquitoes tormented us. And we x^ere far from winning the race. But we were king and queen of our world, though that world was only ten by eighteen feet. Perhaps that was the reason. We crossed Lake Bennett in c i r c l e s . And after most of the eight hundred boats had passed us, we rechristened our raft El Turtle. "What do you think she's dragging?" Tip asked. She crav&ed to the stern and leaned over. "Something like a boulder?" "Something l i k e a continent," I said. |