26 My Dogs in the Northland 



of little pigs that were perhaps four or five 

 months old. At a mill in the Settlement I 

 purchased a quantity of ground pease and 

 meal and away we started on our homeward 

 journey. 



Without any mishap we safely reached 

 our destination. Improvements had been 

 constantly going on and I had already built 

 a new log stable. In it, near to the stalls of 

 my cows — for I now had two of these valu- 

 able animals, I prepared a strong pen for 

 my little porkers. The lively little fellows 

 were there safely placed, and as the door of 

 the stable was made of two-inch spruce 

 plank, I felt that we were fairly sure of 

 having some nice fresh pork for the coming 

 winter. 



Vain prognostications ! What was a sin- 

 gle door of spruce wood against the sharp 

 teeth of a dozen Eskimo dogs ! 



I had noticed how alert and nervous the 

 dogs ever were when it came near feeding 

 time for the little pigs, as they, in the usual 

 manner of their kind, expressed it by their 

 lively squealing for their supper of sour 

 milk and meal. 



As the days went by, and no very serious 

 efforts had been made by the dogs to get into 



