196 My Dogs in the Northland 



him a well-filled basket of cooked meat for 

 their food. As a precautionary measure the 

 baggage man had fastened the dogs' chains 

 to a couple of large trunks. 



For hours we had sped along, and the 

 train men and dogs had apparently become 

 great friends. All at once I was speedily 

 aroused by the conductor rushing into the 

 long car where I was sitting with many 

 other passengers, and shouting out : 



" Where is the gentleman who owns those 

 big dogs in the baggage car? " 



Of course I was instantly on my feet and 

 full of wonder and concern about my dogs. 



Without a word of explanation, the con- 

 ductor, hearing my response that the dogs 

 were mine, at once said : " Come with me as 

 quickly as you can." The train was, as 

 American cars all are, open from end to end, 

 and so I speedily followed on after him. 

 When we reached the baggage car, as we 

 opened the door no explanation was needed 

 to tell what was the matter, for there stood 

 the big dogs, now bravely defending the 

 trunks to which they had been tied, and in 

 a way that made the stalwart baggage man 

 keep at a respectful distance. It seems that 

 as we were now near to the town where those 



