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nied by yelps that doubtless were dog taunts 

 and challenges. 



Then the excitement began. In those 

 days when fish were abundant, every Indian 

 house and wigwam swarmed with dogs of 

 all varieties and degrees. They were not 

 slow in hearing these impertinent challenges 

 from the outpost of the foes, and so speedily 

 did they gather that there were dozens of 

 them collected on their own side of the 

 sandy neck of land. Like the wolves in the 

 dark forests which in some respects these Es- 

 kimo dogs so closely resemble, their cour- 

 age increases with their numbers, and so 

 now when they had become such a numerous 

 pack as to feel that they dare make the as- 

 sault, with fierce yelpings — for the Eskimo 

 dogs can hardly be said to bark — they came 

 dashing across to try by a sudden rush to 

 capture the saucy Koona, who doubtless has 

 been hurling at them all the hard words he 

 had in his vocabulary. But he is not such 

 a fool as to be thus caught or surrounded. 

 He just waits to see that they have really 

 dared to cross the isthmus of neutral ground 

 when, with a rush, he comes tearing around 

 those outbuildings and instantly he is among 



