ao My Dogs in the Northland 



ter's experience with dogs in the Hudson's 

 Bay Territories, I was the fortunate or un- 

 fortunate owner of twelve of them. It was 

 evident from their appearance that, in the 

 eyes of an expert, they would not all have 

 been classed as pure bred Eskimo. Still 

 there was enough of that breed in them to 

 dominate everything else and to cause them 

 to act in the most thoroughbred fashion. 



They had, in common with all other 

 dogs — and there were hundreds of them in 

 the Indian village where we resided — the 

 habit of setting up the most discordant 

 howlings three or four times during the 

 night, especially in the winter months. 



These strange, weird howlings would be- 

 gin at about nine o'clock. At that hour the 

 people were generally in their little houses 

 or wigwams, and the place was as quiet as 

 midnight. Then suddenly would break on 

 the stillness of that wintry night, the dis- 

 tant wolf-like howlings of an Eskimo dog. 



At first it sounded very eerie-like, and 

 not unmusical. It seemed when heard far 

 away like a succession of O-0-O-O's, long 

 drawn out, rising and falling on the clear 

 frosty air. This alone would not have been 

 annoying, but the trouble was, it was the 



