On the boat, and at the campfire after dinner, Kyla recites from the literature of the gold rush - a poem by Robert Service or a tale by Jack London, accounts of hardship, folly and dying of cold.

And she picked Little Jack Rollaround up and threw him, trundle-bed boat and all, into the middle of the sea!

And Little Jack Rollaround sailed his trundle-bed boat up the beam, through the keyhole, and into the street.