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self above the clouds and so placing the world at one's 

 feet. 



On the 15th we ascended to the summit of the glacier, 

 a height of 4,700 feet, keeping at the work for eleven 

 and a half hours and camping well down on the eastern 

 side, following an exciting run during which Green 

 overturned and smashed his sledge. A white wolf fol- 

 lowed us throughout the day, and at night sat on his 

 haunches at a respectable distance, interested in our 

 making camp. 



In consideration of the fact that we were approach- 

 ing a large cache of pemmican, I decided to repay the 

 dogs for their arduous work of the last few days, and 

 incidentally surprise them, by giving to each two and 

 a quarter pounds of pemmican — more than a double 

 ration! An exclamation from E-took-a-shoo, followed 

 by '^ TokowoJcF^ ("He is dead!"), caused me to look 

 toward a dog on Green's team lying on his side with 

 his tail wagging. For a moment I concluded this to 

 be but a manifestation of extreme and satisfying pleas- 

 ure at having partaken of such a bountiful repast. A 

 glance, however, at the size of his throat revealed the 

 startling fact that he was so sure that some one else 

 would want that big piece of pemmican that for safe 

 keeping he had bolted the whole thing! 



Tracheotomy! Green had always wanted to do it. 

 Here was his chance! The trachea was slit. The chest 

 was squeezed and contracted, then released and ex- 

 panded. The forelegs were stretched high over the dog's 

 head, and then pushed forcibly into his belly ! The dog 

 died, undoubtedly discouraged. 



Thirteen hours' sledging on the 16th, ending with 

 some careful and somewhat dangerous work on the 



