The Spell of the White Sturgeon — Jim Kjelgaard

" ...]the bars. When the boy rubbed his nose, the horse twitched his ears and looked at him with friendly eyes. Thick smoke belched from the Holter's stack and made a long plume over the lake, behind the plodding side-wheeler. A strong wind was screaming in from the north and lashing the water angrily into leaping waves. The ship nosed into the trough created by the waves and rose again on the opposite side. ...]."