Jack Triumphant in the Blizzard 105 



The leader, as we have said, was Koona. 

 He was a wise and intelligent leader under 

 ordinary conditions of travel, but in the 

 blinding storms, he seemed to lose confi- 

 dence in himself and expected to be guided 

 by the cheery voice of his driver. So it was 

 on this trying occasion. When I shouted, 

 " Marche," the Indian word for " Go," 

 Koona only turned towards me and by his 

 bewildered look seemed to say. " Which 

 way, Master? " I was just as much at sea 

 as he was and, up to that moment had 

 hoped that the superior intelligence of this 

 leader dog, would get us out of our diffi- 

 culty. But it was evident that he was go- 

 ing to throw the responsibility upon me, 

 and this was what I had no more desire to 

 assume than had the dog. So once again I 

 shouted, " Marche ! " 



Still there was no sign of his starting, 

 but if possible a more anxious look into my 

 face and an eager waiting for the Indian 

 word, "Chaw," or "Yee," ("Right" or 

 "Left"). I was now so completely bewil- 

 dered by the fierce whirling blizzard that I 

 had not the slightest idea of any of the 

 points of the compass. The cold was ter- 

 rible and of course we could not stay there. 



