aoo My Dogs in the Northland 



spent a very restful Sabbath together, and 

 then at midnight Mrs. Sifton had a warm 

 meal prepared for us two missionaries and 

 our two faithful guides who were with us. 



Mr. Semmens and I then retired to our 

 rooms, but soon after returned in our cos- 

 tumes, so different from our clerical black 

 that our own mothers would hardly have 

 recognized us. But these suits in which we 

 were now robed, although of fur and moose 

 or reindeer skin, were exactly suited for the 

 work we were doing and the life we were 

 living. 



We found that our trusty Indians had our 

 sleds carefully packed, our now well-rested, 

 impatient dogs harnessed, and so there was 

 nothing for us to do but to commend this 

 kind, hospitable family to God's blessing, to 

 say our " Good-byes," and to be off. 



It was a bitter cold night. The wintry 

 winds howled and shrieked and the cold 

 stars seemed to pity us. It did seem hard 

 and cruel to leave that warm, cosy home 

 and be compelled to start at one o'clock that 

 cold Monday morning out on our long, long 

 journey of hundreds of miles over the snowy 

 waste. 



My home, fortunately for me, was then 



