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and antics. One day he suddenly drew a great 

 snow-knife from among the lashings of the 

 sled a knife with a blade a yard or so in 

 length and ran at the top of his speed towards 

 a little valley that sloped down from the hill 

 side close at hand. Julius took no notice, 

 and the dogs went trotting on. Johannes ran 

 hither and thither, and began to plunge his 

 knife into the snow. He waved it towards 

 us, and Julius stopped the dogs with his 

 gruff &quot; Ah &quot; : then he asked me to find him 

 a drinking cup. Johannes, it seemed, had felt 

 thirsty, and had been finding water. I ran 

 to where the little man was digging in the 

 snow : he plunged the blade in again for me 

 to see, and drew it out wet ! In a few minutes 

 he was ladling mugfuls of water out of the 

 hole, the coldest water that I have ever tasted. 

 One day we were crossing the pass over 

 the Kiglapeit mountains when Johannes sud 

 denly jumped off the sled, rushed up a hillock 

 of snow, and fell down on his hands and knees, 

 The sled trailed quietly on, leaving him 

 crawling about on the snow-bank. After a 

 short time spent at this queer game he jumped 

 to his feet and came running after us. He 

 laughed when he saw the surprised look upon 

 my face ; but there was a twinkle of excite 

 ment in his eyes as he told me, &quot;There are the 



