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warmth as long as it continued. Next to me 

 on the other side from Jack, my guide and 

 the Indian dog drivers would cuddle down 

 under their warm rabbit-skin robes, and 

 sleep very soundly, although at times the 

 nights were so bitterly cold that I used to 

 think that I was really freezing to death. 



We occasionally allowed some of the 

 younger well-behaved dogs to sleep at the 

 feet of or around the Indians, but as a rule 

 they had to dig holes in the snow and sleep 

 there as best they could. It was a queer 

 fact that they would not sleep together and 

 thus aid in keeping each other warm. Even 

 Jack and Cuffy, although very fond of each 

 other, never cared to sleep near to each 

 other. 



Jack thoroughly enjoyed the holidays, 

 which were absolutely necessary between 

 the long winter journeys which were being 

 made to various places, so distant and re- 

 mote, in the different parts of that vast re- 

 gion of country. While at his work, he 

 never would show any signs of weariness or 

 discouragement. To the very last hour, no 

 matter how fierce the blizzards or how 

 wretched the trails, his head was up and 

 his traces were taut. Other dogs might and 



