Chapter 11 FAIR SITKA.

"It was pretty dark and lonesome up there, I can tell you," said Tom, having described his long tramp and the death of the bear. "The wind rose at about nine o'clock, and cut like knives. Solomon had built the camp so as to face away from the wind, and after supper Fred and I were glad to curl up in our blankets on the fir boughs. Solomon threw hal