Jack Triumphant in the Blizzard 107 



know that Jack, in this trying ordeal, could 

 do better work than he, and so he ran be- 

 side the larger dog and at times cleverly 

 availed himself of the protection thus af- 

 forded to shield himself from some of the 

 fiercest blasts of the storm. 



So thoroughly was the blizzard lifting 

 the snow from the ice, that we were able 

 to travel with a good degree of speed. 

 Hours succeeded hours, and still the storm 

 shrieked and howled around us. With un- 

 diminished vigour Jack kept to his work. 

 Occasionally I would shout out to him some 

 cheery word, and back through the gale 

 would come his well-known bark. It had 

 in it the ring of victory, and strangely kept 

 up our spirits and hopefulness, and the as- 

 surance that we were yet going to escape 

 this peril, although we could but be con- 

 scious of the fact that we were indeed in 

 very great danger of perishing. The cold 

 was now so gripping us that it seemed as 

 though we must freeze to death. The very 

 necessary precaution of tying ourselves on 

 our sleds made it impossible for us to spring 

 off and run, as we frequently did under or- 

 dinary circumstances. So all there was for 

 us to do was to just endure it and hope for 



