Still on the Trail with the Dogs 261 



Some travellers prefer to sleep in a great 

 fur bag. I tried one for a season, but so 

 disliked it that I discarded it ever after. 

 There was such a sensation of perfect help- 

 lessness when in it, a feeling of powerless- 

 ness if one should be attacked by fire or man 

 or beast. So as I found out that these 

 things bothered me, I returned to the old- 

 fashioned bed and always had more com- 

 fort in it than in any fur bag I ever tried. 



The preparation a person has to make 

 before he can safely get into such a bed is 

 quite elaborate. Anything like disrobing, 

 as is customary in civilization, is there out 

 of the question. The only undressing* there 

 permissible, is the unbuttoning of your 

 shirt collar. This makes it a little easier 

 to breathe, and that is an important matter, 

 as you will soon find out. I found it con- 

 ducive to my comfort to change the mocca- 

 sins and stockings in which I had been 

 travelling during the day, for much larger 

 ones at night. My weary feet seemed rested 

 by the change, and I slept much better. On 

 my head I wore a loose cap with large fur 

 ears. A long fur coat w r as very comfortable, 

 but as such garments are very expensive, we 

 found out that very comfortable and serv- 



