Rip held the flat-bottomed scow close in, and as the boat felt the grip of the current its speed increased until the rugged shore slipped past in a swift-moving panorama of grandeur. Connie was surprised at the changed aspect of the surface of

the river. From the time he had first sighted it until the present moment, the boy had been awed by the mighty sweep of the floating ice-field. Now, however, with the scow rushing down stream the surrounding ice-cakes seemed stationary—floating placidly upon still water, while the shores slipped swiftly past.

It was a new experience for Connie—this scow travel among the floating ice-cakes. And big