Caesar, the Clever Rascal 221 



ahead to make some sort of a trail along 

 which the dogs could drag the heavy loads. 



Is it any wonder that men and dogs be- 

 gan to feel the strain of such continuous 

 hardships and that all of them were much 

 reduced in weight and flesh? There was, 

 however, one notable exception, and that 

 one was Caesar. He retained his spirits and 

 his flesh in a remarkable degree. Day after 

 day whenever I looked at him he was so 

 alert and active, that no suspicions were 

 aroused of any clever shirking on his part. 

 Still as on we plodded over the dreadful 

 route, Caesar kept getting fatter than ever, 

 while all the other dogs were sadly showing 

 their ribs and lessening weight. First I 

 thought that perhaps the cunning fellow 

 was stealing from our supplies at night 

 while we slept, but this was found to be an 

 impossibility. So all I could do was to 

 keep my eyes upon him and keep him doing 

 his best. Grandly would he tug at his 

 collar and with his tongue out and panting 

 he would seem to say : " What dog can do 

 more than I am doing? " 



Still, as he showed no sign of weariness 

 when the day's work was done, while the 

 other dogs seemed so tired and exhausted, I 



