Jack Triumphant in the Blizzard 1 1 1 



great lake, and that the scent of it had only 

 excited the hunting instincts of my dogs. 

 However, there was but little time or chance 

 for theorizing, or any thing else, except to 

 hang on to the sleds and exercise all the 

 skill possible to keep them from capsizing, 

 as the now thoroughly excited dogs madly 

 dashed along. Such a burst of speed could 

 not last very long, nor was it necessary, for 

 in a short time they gave us a very tangible 

 evidence of the correctness of their keenness 

 of scent, and noble Jack won all honours 

 possible, as the peerless leader. 



The fellow had, after a run of sixty or 

 seventy miles in the teeth of a first-class 

 blizzard, with the temperature anywhere 

 from thirty to fifty below zero, gallantly led 

 the way to the icy accumulations cut out, 

 and piled up day by day, by a number of 

 Indian families who, living on the shore, 

 come out here for their daily supply of 

 water. As for months these Indians had 

 been here cutting out the ice that froze each 

 night, there was quite a large pile of it. 

 Squarely did Jack strike that pile, and gal- 

 lantly aided by the dogs behind he scaled 

 its jagged sides and, before I fully realized 

 what it was, we were in a pellmell sort of 



