98 My Dogs in the Northland 



other camp labours, made it very hard on 

 us. However we were both enthusiastic 

 over our work, and so we persevered and 

 did not fare so badly. We each had a train 

 of splendid dogs. With the exception of the 

 leader of my train, all of our dogs were St. 

 Bernards or Newfoundlands. This leader 

 of my train was called Koona, which is the 

 Indian name for flour. He was well named, 

 for he was white as the driven snow. He 

 was well trained and did not require a run- 

 ner ahead of him, as many dogs do. He 

 thoroughly understood the meanings of the 

 different words used in dog driving and 

 would as promptly respond to them as a 

 well trained horse answers to the rein. He 

 had been so severely punished during his 

 breaking in that he was timid about acting 

 on his own responsibility. 



As our supply of wood had been rather 

 limited we started one morning very early, 

 on what we had hoped would have been a 

 successful day's run of about sixty miles. 

 Our camp, which had been only a hole dug 

 in the snow, had been far from comfortable, 

 and so w r e were not very sorry to be once 

 more on the way. For a time, first by star- 

 light and then by the light of a brilliant 



