My Eskimo or Huskie Dogs 1\ 



signal for every dog within hearing — and 

 there were multitudes of them in those days 

 of abundance of fish — to take up the doleful 

 notes and add to them every sound in a dog's 

 gamut. Then for a few minutes there was 

 the most ear-splitting din that ever mortals 

 heard. From the deep voices of the old dogs 

 down to the comical yelps of the little pup- 

 pies, the air was charged and surcharged 

 with all manner of noises, musical and 

 otherwise, that it is in the power of dogs to 

 make. At first it nearly drove us wild. My 

 dozen dogs were just as bad as the others. 

 When the nerve-breaking din began, vainly 

 would I rush out among them, armed with 

 the first weapons that came to hand. It 

 made not the slightest difference for howl, 

 roar, squeal, yelp, bark, and make other 

 sounds indescribable they would, until the 

 spell was over, even if assailed with clubs, 

 whips, boot-jacks, ink bottles, whitefish, or 

 whatever else came first to hand. At about 

 midnight these horrid choruses were re- 

 peated and then again at about three o'clock 

 in the morning. 



When I first mentioned this strange habit 

 of those dogs to the gentlemen of the Hud- 

 son's Bay Trading Company, and spoke of 



