MOOSWA 



besides, there was now the stronger, more certain 

 odour of Dogs. 



He was perhaps a matter of half a mile from 

 the little Shack above which twisted the spiral 

 curl of smoke, when a fierce, strong-throated 

 &quot; Yap ! yap ! Whe-e-e, yap ! &quot; cut the frosty air. 



cc I thought so,&quot; Mooswa muttered. &quot; I know 

 that breed the fierce-fanged ones the Scotch 

 Factor had at Fort Resolution from his own 

 Boundaries across the sea they came. They are 

 like the Men themselves on, on, rush and hold. 

 Deep-chested, small-gutted as Caribou ; with 

 long legs that carry them over the snow like 

 those of my own family ; gray-haired and strong- 

 jawed, like Blue Wolf: but weak in the feet 

 small-footed, with hair between their toes which 

 balls up in the snow and makes them go lame.&quot; 

 Then Mooswa considered the task he had under 

 taken. 



&quot; If the Man slips the Dogs, and the snow 

 keeps hard and dry, there will be more fighting 

 than running,&quot; he said to himself, &quot; for these 

 brutes will come faster than I care to go. But 

 there is a strong crust, strong enough to bear 

 me, and if the sun warms the snow so that it will 

 ball in the haired toes, then I 11 have a chance in 

 the run. The Man moves,&quot; he continued, whif 

 fing at the air. &quot; Two of them ! &quot; he muttered, 



