264 My Dogs in the Northland 



tucked me up again, and I tried once more 

 to learn how to sleep with my head thus 

 completely covered up. 



It was one of the hardest lessons I ever 

 had to learn, and it really took years in its 

 accomplishment. The smothery sensations 

 are at times almost unbearable, and indeed 

 there were times when I could not endure 

 them, and so would run the risk of freezing 

 my face, in spite of the kindly entreaties of 

 my watchful Indians. 



One night I determined with all the will 

 power at command patiently to submit to 

 the tucking-up process, and did really get 

 soundly to sleep. Some time later on I 

 must have partially awakened, and uncon- 

 sciously uncovered my face, for at a stage 

 later I remember finding myself vigour- 

 ously tugging at what in my semi-conscious 

 condition I imagined was the handle of an 

 axe! 



When I really did pull myself into a state 

 of consciousness I made the rather startling 

 discovery that I was trying to pull off my 

 nose, and that it was solidly frozen. I was 

 very conscious of the possession of a nose 

 for the next two months while I was en- 



