208 My Dogs in the Northland 



could get the sleeping ones awake, who little 

 expected us at the unseemly hour at which 

 we arrived. 



The tired missionary was aroused from 

 his deep sleep. His wounds were soothed 

 with ointment. Then a hot bath and a 

 warm supper were both enjoyed and then 

 the comfortable bed, in which he had twelve 

 hours of blessed sleep without once waking. 

 But when he did again join us he was re- 

 freshed and renewed in spirits and in bodily 

 vigour, and once again he was the same 

 genial, delightful man. 



Muff, however, was in the meantime not 

 forgotten. No sooner were we safely at 

 home and the wants of the missionaries and 

 the splendid Indian comrades and dogs 

 looked after, than I gave instructions that 

 Kennedy, my faithful man of all work about 

 the mission, should be off with a fresh train 

 of strong dogs to bring home both Muff and 

 the supplies she was guarding. 



He started at four o'clock in the morning 

 and so reached her about daylight. But 

 strange to say Muff at first would not let 

 him touch her or any of the supplies. This 

 very much annoyed Kennedy and he was in- 

 clined to fight her, but he was a kind hearted 



