216 My Dogs in the Northland 



ere he had stirred a snow flake, the brave 

 little dog sprang before him and planting 

 himself upon the spot, began growling most 

 comically. One word to the big dog at Mar- 

 tin's heels was sufficient and with a rush he 

 fairly tumbled the little fellow over in the 

 snow, and then quickly dug up the fish. 



Speedily were the other dogs sent smell- 

 ing round, and soon fish after fish was re- 

 covered. 



Poor little Csesar was simply frantic. He 

 rushed from cache to cache, but all in vain. 

 The dogs were too much for him, and al- 

 though none of them would bite the little 

 fellow, yet the frequent tumblings he got in 

 the deep snow very much ruffled his dignity. 

 In spite of all his cleverness and trouble, he 

 lost all of his fish, and later on in the eve- 

 ning he was humble enough to come to the 

 kitchen door and beg for some supper. This 

 was freely given to him as a small return for 

 the amusement he had afforded. 



Caesar grew to be a large, strong dog and 

 in due time was broken in to harness. I 

 had some trouble in breaking him in to work. 

 He was stubborn and obstinate. He would 

 throw himself down on the ground and 

 would let the dogs in front of him drag him 



