AND KAYAK 91 



At last the turmoil came too near for my 

 peace of mind : scraping, shuffling feet padded 

 over the snow house, bringing down showers 

 of snow on to my face. I got rather alarmed. 



I woke Johannes and he took some waking, 

 too. 



He rubbed his eyes, and then as the noise 

 dawned on his ears, &quot; Kingmiarluit &quot; (those 

 awful dogs), he said, and shoved his way 

 through the door. There was a sharp yelp 

 and a brisk scuttering, and then silence again. 

 Johannes crawled back, and plastered up the 

 doorway with handfuls of snow. 



&quot; A wolf among the dogs,&quot; he laconically 

 told me ; &quot; too much fight, all the time. 

 Fine night : start soon,&quot; and he tumbled into 

 his slumbers again. 



