76 My Dogs in the Northland 



the right scent, and it would not be long 

 before the truant dog would be driven into 

 the camp. Jack was given a few minutes to 

 rest, during which he was well praised for 

 his success. Then another empty collar was 

 shown him and again he was off. Some- 

 times an ugly dog would show fight, but he 

 never did it the second time, so severe would 

 be the shaking that Jack would give him. 

 Thus, one by one, the skulkers would be run 

 in until the trains were full and the day's 

 journey could be begun. 



As Jack and Cuffy were the two dogs that 

 were allowed to share our home life with us, 

 and as our guardians slept inside of the 

 house every night, when not away on long 

 winter trips, it was but right that they 

 should be better cared for than those dogs 

 that were not accustomed to the warmth of 

 the house. So every night, after my camp 

 bed was made and I was snugly tucked in 

 by my loyal and most attentive Indians, 

 Jack quickly stretched out his great body at 

 my back, while Cuffy preferred to cuddle 

 down on the robes at my feet. Doubtless she 

 selected this place as generally a great blaz- 

 ing fire was burning not far distant from 

 my feet, and she was anxious to enjoy its 



