My Dogs in the Northland 

 i 



MY ESKIMO OR HUSKIE DOGS 



THEY haunt me to this very day — 

 those Eskimo dogs ! I wake up some- 

 times in the night with a start, for I 

 have been dreaming that the jealous, quar- 

 relsome fellows were once more fighting for 

 what seemed to be the honour of sleeping on 

 my head. 



And yet they were good dogs for their 

 work, and, I suppose, take them all in all, 

 they have been able to perform what no 

 other dogs in the world could have accom- 

 plished. 



Nansen, Greely, Rae, and many others 

 have given unstinted praise to the courage 

 and endurance, as well as to the sagacity 

 and intelligence of these northern dogs, 

 that generally receive more kicks and curses 

 than caresses or kind words. Denizens of 

 those Arctic regions, where a chronic state 

 17 



