142 My Dogs in the Northland 



But Cliffy was a very gamey dog and so 

 she was soon up and at it again. Another 

 humiliating fall or two awaited her and 

 taught her to be wary. So as she sprang at 

 the goose again, she feinted in her rushes. 

 Then when she had thrown the goose off his 

 guard she made a quick rush, and just as we 

 reached her it was all over with that goose. 



Cuffy's head was sore for days after. The 

 goose was a tough old gander and so we 

 hung him up for some weeks, ere we con- 

 sidered him tender enough to be tackled as 

 a specially dainty article of food. 



Cuffy served me well for a number of 

 years as one of my finest sleigh dogs. She 

 took to the work very easily and never had 

 she to be whipped or even scolded when in 

 harness. A cheery word was all that was 

 necessary to induce Cuffy to do all that she 

 could do. With Jack she was privileged 

 above all the other dogs at the wintry 

 camps. When blizzards howled over us, 

 and the cold was so terrible that the spirit 

 thermometer indicated anywhere in the 

 neighbourhood of fifty or sixty degrees be- 

 low zero, these two dogs were permitted to 

 sleep on, and sometimes under, my fur 

 robes to help keep me from freezing to death. 



