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ginning the trip to drag home all of my fish 

 from the distant fisheries. 



We worked with four or five trains for 

 several days and as the weather was bril- 

 liantly fine all the time, without any snow- 

 fall or blizzard, we soon had a splendid 

 beaten trail. 



It was quite customary for a number of 

 my younger dogs to accompany the party 

 on these trips and by their antics and amus- 

 ing ways to very much break the tediousness 

 of the work, which, after the first journeys, 

 became quite monotonous. Extra harness 

 would sometimes be carried along and occa- 

 sionally we would harness up some of these 

 younger dogs and thus carry on the work 

 of breaking them in. 



One day as we were on the home stretch 

 with our heavy loads I harnessed up a very 

 fine young St. Bernard that had already 

 been partly trained and fastened him in 

 front of Voyageur, thus constituting him 

 leader of the train. Ere I was able to start, 

 I was delayed by having to refasten my load 

 of fish, which had become somewhat 

 loosened. 



When readv to start, I shouted: 



"Marche!" 



