272 My Dogs in the Northland 



fish. In thus hunting for their living, I 

 have known dogs to wander over a hundred 

 miles away from their homes, and to re- 

 main away for weeks. 



Once, when travelling in summer in my 

 canoe, with two Indians, as we paddled 

 around a big bend in a river we saw in the 

 distance what we first thought was a pack 

 of wolves. We quickly paddled back out 

 of sight and got ready our rifle, aud loaded 

 the two shot-guns with ball. 



Then cautiously coming on again, the 

 sharp-eyed Indians soon discovered that our 

 imaginary wolves were a pack of Indian 

 dogs. They were industriously fishing in a 

 broad, shallow bay at the river side, and to 

 judge from their sleek, fat bodies they were 

 having a good time. 



We did not disturb them, and they were 

 so intent on their fishing that they hardly 

 gave us passing notice. And of course they 

 were too wise to bark or rather howl at us, 

 as the noise would have disturbed the fish, 

 which was what they did not desire. 



We watched them for some time with 

 much interest, and saw two dogs working 

 together and successfully landing quite a 

 large fish. Sometimes twenty or thirty 



