38 My Dogs in the Northland 



place, who could tell which side would win 

 in the conflict? No wonder my spirits rose 

 and I felt that this was indeed a trip of no 

 ordinary interest. 



With the consolatory words of my guide 

 that, after resting the weary dogs for an 

 hour or two, they would follow in my trail, 

 and with the hope that they would find me 

 safe at the end, my adventurous journey 

 was suddenly begun by the owner of the 

 dogs applying his long whiplash to them, 

 which of course started them off on a 

 furious gallop. 



It was indeed a glorious ride. The well- 

 trained dogs were splendidly matched, aud 

 so in perfect unison they dashed along. 

 My cariole was about ten feet long and 

 eighteen inches wide. Its bottom was made 

 of inch oak boards and its sides were of 

 parchment. I sat well back in the rear end 

 and was so well muffled in furs that only 

 my eyes were visible. So narrow was my 

 cariole that a certain amount of balancing 

 was necessary when dashing over occa^ 

 sional snow-drifts, which at times are found 

 even out on the great frozen lakes. But I 

 had become used to this work, and so had 

 no fear of an upset, For about fifteen miles 



