With Wild Dogs Under the Auroras 45 



route they clashed up this long packed 

 snowdrift on the lake side carrying me over 

 the high stockade into the drifts beyond. 

 It was a mad leap of over ten feet. Fortu- 

 nately the snow into which we plunged was 

 deep enough to break the fall, but, as it was, 

 I felt the effects of it for weeks. With a 

 vengeance the dogs struggled out of the 

 snowdrift. Then up the hill they hurried 

 me to the house. Sharp ears had heard our 

 coming and familiar hands grasped the 

 dogs and led them away, while I was, by 

 a half-frightened woman, taken into the 

 mission home among her alarmed little 

 ones, who required any amount of explana- 

 tion why a paleface had come in that way 

 with their father's dogs. 



I was thankful to be under a roof once 

 more, and after a time was able, especially 

 by the presents which I had brought, to 

 make friends of all the household. 



The rest of the party arrived during the 

 night. The medicines administered to the 

 sick man proved efficacious and he, at this 

 date, is still alive and vigourous. 



