Father Roland pointed to the window with one hand on David's arm.
"Wait until you get out into _that_," he said.

"This is just a beginning, David--just a beginning!" They sat down to breakfast, fish and coffee, bread and potatoes--and beans.

It was almost finished when David split open his third piece of fish, white as snow under its crisp brown, and asked quite casually: "Did you ever hear of the Stikine River, Father ?" Father Roland sat up, stopped his eating, and looked at David for a moment as though the question struck an unusual personal interest in him.
"I know a man who lived for a great many years along the Stikine," he replied then.

"He knows every mile of it from where it empties into the sea at Point Rothshay to the Lost Country between Mount Finlay and the Sheep Mountains.

It's in the northern part of British Columbia, with its upper waters reaching into the Yukon.