"I think it will be a good thing if you can go with the boys,
Sam," spoke up Mr. Stevens. "They had a mishap yesterday and
didn't quite know what to do."
"Sure, I'll go," said Sam.
Fred made no protests and the terms with the mechanic were
speedily arranged.
A half-hour later the Black Growler set forth on her voyage.
The Caledonia was to follow some time that day and plans already
had been made by which the boys were to spend some time on Hecla
Island, on which was located the summer home of the Stevens.
Fortunately for Fred, at least, the lake continued to be calm. In
the eagerness of the boy to prove to his friends that he merely
had a "headache" the preceding day and had not been seasick, he
was unusually busy.
Sam called the attention of the Go Ahead boys to the post at
Sacket's Harbor. On a bluff above the lake the barracks and other
buildings of the place were plainly visible. Even the soldiers
stationed there could be plainly seen as they moved about the
quarters.
"That's a great place to have an army post," said George. "I
can't think of any place better unless it's in the middle of the
Sahara Desert. Why did the government establish a post here?"
"Because there was a fort here, 'way back in the War of 1812,"
answered Grant promptly. "Sacket's Harbor was the headquarters of
the army of the North and so the place has been kept up ever
since.
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