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Seeing that it was impossible to get rid of 

 them, I held a brief consultation with my 

 men as to the best manner of saving our 

 supplies from that pack of cunning rascals. 

 How innocent they looked, sitting out there 

 bunched together on the ice, and just wait- 

 ing until we would go to sleep. Two of the 

 men turned up the sleds, and, sleeping be- 

 tween them and their loads, they managed 

 to get through the night with but the loss 

 of a few fish and the cutting of numerous 

 deer skin thongs, to which the loads are 

 tied on the sleds. 



My guide and myself took charge of the 

 bag of cooked supplies and placed them 

 under the outer coverings of our beds, which 

 were unrolled and arranged for us on the 

 ice. As on other occasions, under almost, 

 similar circumstances, I placed close at 

 hand a number of sticks which I could use 

 as clubs, as well as my heavy dog-whip. 



Our Indian visitors, at length seeing that 

 we were anxious to get some sleep, left us. 

 But not so their dogs. Vainly my men tried 

 to drive the half-starved brutes after their 

 masters. They cared not for the calls 

 sounding in front of them, or the clubs and 

 execrations hurled at them in the rear. 



