144 My Dogs in the Northland 



Voyageur was a large, long-legged nearly 

 white dog of mixed breed, and not what 

 might be called handsome. When being 

 trained in early life, he displayed such an 

 amount of fierceness and stubbornness that 

 he was severely whipped. On one of these 

 occasions the end of the heavy lash accident- 

 ally struck him in one of his eyes and de- 

 stroyed it. This was a great sorrow to his 

 master, but it did not in the end seem to be 

 much of an injury to Voyageur. However, 

 it made him ever after extremely nervous, 

 and he ever resented being silently ap- 

 proached on his blind side. 



He was never an affectionate or playful 

 dog. A petting he considered an insult. 

 Kind words offered in return for some 

 splendid work done by him he treated with 

 scorn, unless they were accompanied by an 

 extra gift of pemmican or an additional fish 

 to his usual allowance. He never was seen 

 to play with other dogs, and so vigourously 

 did he resent the efforts of some younger 

 dogs to get up a romp with him that they 

 seldom made a second attempt. When I 

 opened the kennels and let all the dogs out 

 for exercise, Voyageur seemed to consider 

 the whole thing a nuisance, and never en- 



