loo My Dogs in the Northland 



tinued up to this time to blow steadily in 

 one direction, which was from the north, 

 we bravely pushed on in the very teeth of it. 



" Fools rush in where angels fear to 

 tread." If we had had an experienced guide 

 along with us he would have had us safely 

 ensconced in the shelter of the woods on the 

 shore. Instead of that, here we two green- 

 horns, as the Indians afterwards called us, 

 were out many miles from the shore fool- 

 ishly battling against what had now become 

 a howling, furious blizzard. We stopped 

 long enough for me to tie the tail-rope of 

 my sled to the collar of the leader dog of 

 Alec's train. This was done as a precau- 

 tionary measure, so that we might not get 

 separated from each other in the now blind- 

 ing gale. Then, shouting to our dogs, we 

 resumed our journey as best we could. 

 Bravely did the noble fellows continue to 

 push on in the teeth of the storm, that no 

 living horse would have faced. 



As long as the wind had, as we thought, 

 remained steadily blowing from the one 

 quarter, we had kept up our courage. We 

 knew that we were going in the right direc- 

 tion when we had our last glimpses of the 



