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to be harnessed up and sent off in trains 

 with other dogs. She would tug at her 

 collar most desperately and was ever 

 anxious to be home again. 



The last long trip, on which she almost 

 crippled herself for life, was one which I 

 made into the Red River Settlement in com- 

 pany with my beloved fellow missionary in 

 that Indian work, the Rev. John Semmens. 

 We started with a couple of other mission- 

 aries, but as they preferred to ride a great 

 deal, their progress was much slower than 

 ours. We pushed on as rapidly as we 

 thought was right and reached civilization 

 much sooner than they did and thus escaped 

 a terrible storm that tried them and their 

 dogs and the Indian guides, most severely. 



Near Lower Fort Garry we were most 

 hospitably entertained by the Hon. Mr. 

 Sifton and his delightful family. There we 

 exchanged out leather suits for ministerial 

 black and in civilized costume, went up to 

 Winnipeg, then a rising little village. 



Here we attended to the duties that had 

 brought us into the abodes of civilization, 

 and then on the following Saturday re- 

 turned to Mr. Sifton's home, where we had 

 left our dogtrains and Indian outfits. We 



