74 My Dogs in the Northlaud 



fashion he licked their faces and bruises and 

 was effusively affectionate in his demeanour 

 towards them. Some of them were, at first, 

 not much inclined to receive these friendly 

 advances, but eventually, perhaps after he 

 had fought a battle or two in their defence, 

 they came to be very much attached to him 

 as their friend, while they never questioned 

 his title as their master in the pack, no mat- 

 ter of how many great dogs it consisted. 



Jack was very helpful to us in the cold 

 wintry mornings in the camps, when we 

 determined to resume our journey long be- 

 fore daylight. It was very provoking when 

 we ascertained that some of the dogs could 

 not be found. Cunning white ones were 

 lying somewhere invisible in the snow, and 

 would not respond to the calls of their 

 names, no matter how endearingly bawled 

 out. Others, of a darker hue, well knowing 

 that their colour would betray them if they 

 remained in their nests in the pure white 

 snow, had, the instant that they noticed any 

 movement at the camp, noiselessly skulked 

 away into the darkness of the dense balsam 

 trees, and there were equally deaf to the 

 calling of their names, no matter how well 

 garnished with affixes or prefixes. These 



