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it, he is entitled to eat it as a reward, 

 although little Boreas seldom needs such 

 encouragement to stimulate him in his 

 plays, so lonesome and long are the 

 dreary winter days in which he lives 

 buried beneath the snow. 



These toy arrows are pointed with 

 pins but he is also furnished with blunt 

 arrows, and whenever some inquisitive 

 dog pokes his head in the igloo door, 

 looking around for a stray piece of meat 

 or blubber to steal, little Boreas, if he 

 shoots straight, will hit him upon the 

 nose or head with one of the blunt 

 arrows, and the dog will beat a hasty 

 retreat. In this sense, the little Eskimo 

 boy has plenty of targets to shoot at, for 

 the igloo door is nearly always filled with 

 the heads of two or three dogs watching 

 Boreas's mother closely ; and if she turns 



