266 My Dogs in the Northland 



of unusual severity or we were disturbed 

 by prowling, saucy, grey wolves. These 

 disturbances were, however, rare, and as I 

 insisted on my men being well supplied 

 with sufficient blankets, we generally slept 

 undisturbed until the time arrived when we 

 had arranged to resume our journey. 



The getting up was a trying ordeal. We 

 had to spring up from under our blankets, 

 where we had been resting in warmth and 

 comfort, out into that frigid air, where 

 Jack Frost ruled with merciless power. 

 My ! but he did pinch us, and that without 

 pity. 



When we cuddled down to sleep, a great 

 blazing fire was burning at our feet. That 

 very spot is covered over with a couple of 

 feet of snow. 



The outlook is dreary indeed, but there is 

 no time for murmuring, we have been in 

 worse plights than we are this morning and 

 this scene can soon be transformed. And 

 it is. The snow-shoes, again used as 

 shovels, speedily clear away the light, dry 

 snow. Strong arms so energetically ply 

 the axes that an abundance of dry wood is 

 secured, and flint and steel in expert hands 

 do the rest, and once again to gladden our 



