call th' Snow Mountains, an' th' valley of gold is in their midst. It's just over th' Arctic circle, an' pretty cold, let me tell you!"
"You'll be warm enough in Tom's airship, with the electric stoves going," commented Mr. Jackson.
"Well, we'll need t' be," went on the miner. "Th' valley is full of caves of ice, an' it's dangerous for th' ordinary traveler. In fact an airship was the only way I saw out of th' difficulty when I was there."
"Then you have been to the valley of goid?" asked Tom.
"Well, not exactly to it," was the reply, "but was where I could see it. That was in th' summer, though of course the summer there isn't like here. I'll tell you how it was."
The miner settled himself more comfortably in his chair and resumed his story.
"It was two year ago," he said, "that me an' Jim Mace started to prospect in Alaska. We didn't have much luck, an we kept on workin' way farther north until we come to these Snow Mountains. Then our supplies gave out, an if it hadn't been for some friendly Eskimos I don't know what we would have done. Jim and me we gave 'em some trinkets an' sich, and th' Indians began talkin' of a wonderful valley of
