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vigourously, for before lie had received more 

 than half a dozen nips, he sprang up and 

 with howls of rage, and fear started off with 

 such speed that if Jack had not held him 

 back, he would have run over the dogs in 

 front of him. A few more lessons were all 

 that were necessary and then Caesar became 

 one of my best dogs. But he had some tricks 

 that he liked to play off when he dared, and 

 so, although he was a very clever dog, he 

 was one that was better for being well 

 watched and rather sternly handled. Still 

 I was fond of him and travelled thousands 

 of miles with him as one of my train. Yet 

 even to the last he was sometimes too clever 

 for me, as the following incident will show. 

 I had extended the borders of my mission 

 field until it was now larger than many a 

 State. Over this large domain I travelled in 

 summer in my birch canoe. But from Octo- 

 ber until May, the only possible way of com- 

 munication except by going on foot, was by 

 dog travelling. With thousands of miles of 

 travel every winter thus before me, through 

 those unbeaten wilds, it can be seen why I 

 was so anxious to secure the best dogs pos- 

 sible. Even with the very best I could ob- 



