234 My Dogs in the Northland 



He slept each night when his day's work 

 was done in a hole which he had carefully 

 dug in the snow. As everything around 

 him was of the purest white, he was practi- 

 cally invisible in the starlit night, And as 

 he would not move in the morning until 

 stumbled upon by the searchers or was run 

 in by Jack, it was at times most provoking. 

 One of my drivers to save delay in the morn- 

 ing used to carefully observe where Koona 

 made his nest at night so that he could 

 easily find him in the morning. After a 

 time Koona discovered this, and so the in- 

 stant he heard anyone moving in the camp 

 in the early morning, he used to quietly 

 steal away to some other spot in the deep 

 snow. 



But a happy expedient forever stopped 

 him from again repeating that trick. One 

 night the Indians caught him and dragging 

 him to the camp, they took a quantity of 

 dead coals and pounding them up into pow- 

 der they most completely blackened him 

 from his nose to the tip of his tail. So 

 thoroughly did the Indians rub in the coal 

 powder that the once spotless white dog 

 was for days about as black as Jack or 

 Cuffy. And so all his efforts to escape de- 



