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streams, and the culprit howled pitiably, while Trontheim 

 tore round like a madman, striking right and left with his 

 long switch. Samoyedes and Russians came screaming 

 from ail sides. I sat passively on the sledge in the 

 middle of it all, dumb with fright, and it was ever so long 

 before it occurred to me that there was perhaps something 

 for me too to do. With a horrible yell I flung myself 

 on some of the worst fighters, got hold of them by the 

 neck, and managed to give the culprit time to get away. 



OUR TRIAL TRIP WITH THE DOGS. 



(By Of fa & fading', from n Photograph.) 



Our team had got badly mixed up during the battle, 

 and it took some time to disentangle them. At last 

 everything was once more ready for the start. Tront- 

 heim cracked his whip, and called, " Pr-r-r-r, pr-r-r-r," and 

 off we went at a wild gallop, over grass, clay, and stones, 

 until it seemed as if they were going to carry us right 

 across the lagoon at the mouth of the river. I kicked 

 and pulled in with all my might, but was dragged along, 



