Voyageur, the Matchless Leader 145 



tered into the wild, joyous frolics with the 

 rest. If when driven out by an Indian he 

 did condescend to follow, it was at least a 

 hundred yards or so in the rear, and he 

 seemed to rejoice when, unnoticed, he could 

 turn back and curl up again in his favourite 

 corner. 



If allowed to run loose about the place 

 during the months when the dogs were at 

 work, one end of a rope about a hundred 

 feet long, had to be tied around his neck. 

 This was necessary as he was very difficult 

 to catch. A clever Indian, however, taking 

 advantage of his blind side, could generally 

 without much trouble get near enough to 

 him to take hold of this long trailing rope. 

 When this was once accomplished, although 

 I have seen two hours spent ere he was cap- 

 tured, Voyageur would at once surrender 

 and never offer the slightest objection to 

 being pulled in and harnessed up with the 

 other dogs. 



Once harnessed, there was a great trans- 

 formation in him. This sullen, sulky, timid 

 dog became the most alert and active of 

 them all. As a leader he had no equal. One 

 word from the driver, be he white man or 

 Indian, was quite sufficient. If the route 



