74 BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 



drew above the drift, and could look back 

 and see the sea ice covered with a rushing 

 cloud of powdery snow that seemed like 

 driven smoke. But when night fell, and the 

 storm roared louder, I began to wonder how 

 we should fare. The dogs were tiring, and 

 would not turn ; they wanted the storm behind 

 them ; and when all landmarks were swallowed 

 up in the drift and the darkness, and there 

 was nothing for me to see but an occasional 

 glimpse of the stars or the dull glow of the 

 drivers pipes as they stuffed the tobacco 

 down with their thumbs, little Johannes pulled 

 off his sealskin dicky and I knew that he 

 was going to run ahead. &quot; Sit on the sled, 

 or you will get lost,&quot; he yelled, and trotted 

 into the dark. It seemed hours before I saw 

 him again, and then I suddenly found him 

 beside me. &quot; Are you cold ? : he shouted, 

 and slipped off the sled again to join Julius 

 where he was wrestling, with hands and teeth, 

 with the frozen and tangled traces. I hardly 

 knew that the sled had stopped, but presently 

 Johannes ran off again, and there was a 

 mighty jerk as the dogs got up to follow him. 

 The next stop was dramatic. Miles and miles 

 we seemed to have run, when suddenly the 

 sled went grinding over pebbles, and I heard 

 the great voice of Julius, the other driver, 



