ao6 My Dogs in the Northland 



rather than go to the worry and trouble of 

 preparing another winter camp, he cried out 

 in his agony: 



" Throw me out a blanket and some pem- 

 mican and let me stay here. I can go no 

 farther. You have your wives and children 

 to lure you on but I have none. Go on and 

 leave me here." 



" No, indeed, my brother," I said, " we 

 are going on, but we are not going to leave 

 you here. I have a better plan than that," 



" Well, do what you like, but I cannot 

 walk any farther to-night." And saying 

 this, he threw himself down on the ice in his 

 weariness and pain. 



Very quickly did I arrange my plans. 

 Telling two Indians to bring the axes and 

 their snowshoes, we walked towards the 

 woods until we found a drift of snow, packed 

 hard and firm by the successive winds, blow- 

 ing in from the lake. 



On this we set to work, and by chopping 

 the snow and then throwing it out with our 

 snowshoe shovels, we soon had a large hole 

 about four feet across and as many feet deep. 

 Then my dog train of three dogs was driven 

 along side of this and the sled unloaded. 



We first threw into this hole in the snow, 



