24 My Dogs in the Northland 



I had no difficulty in buying a fine, large 

 sheep; and my friendly Indian boatman 

 cheerfully prepared a safe, comfortable 

 place for it in the stern of the boat. I pur- 

 chased a good sickle, and every night when 

 we camped on the shore, I found little 

 trouble in securing abundance of wild 

 luxuriant grass for my sheep. Without any 

 accident we succeeded in reaching my dis- 

 tant northern home. 



The sheep was duly placed in the well- 

 stockaded yard and seemed perfectly safe 

 from either prowling wolves or vicious Es- 

 kimo dogs. 



The stockades were made of young spruce 

 trees.- The bark was peeled off and they 

 were securely set in a trench dug in the 

 ground. They were from eight inches to a 

 foot in diameter, and from twelve to fifteen 

 feet in height. They were placed as near 

 together as possible, and all securely spiked 

 to cross-bars on the inside. 



Yet, in spite of all the efforts made for 

 the safety of my sheep, my native dogs suc- 

 ceeded in getting in one night. Like wolves 

 they speedily devoured poor Nannie, much 

 to our sorrow and annoyance. The roguish, 

 cunning rascals! The next morning after 



