BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 93 



runners they make powerful drags. One is 

 enough to check the pace on any ordinary 

 hill, while with two the sled will stop on slopes 

 that look quite alarming. It is only seldom 

 that the drivers really let the sled go, because 

 they dare not risk a smash over an ice hummock 

 or a wave of frozen snow. 



The stronger man of the two drivers always 

 has the lion s share of the actual guiding of 

 the sled ; while the smaller man is always 

 ready to run forward to the dogs. Big Julius 

 and little Johannes worked together like two 

 parts of a machine. Johannes was always on 

 the watch. &quot; Kollek, Kollek,&quot; he would 

 shout, &quot; keep to the track : keep to the track, 

 you rascal. Ra-ra-ra-ra, go round that rock ! ?! 

 Kollek was a foolish dog ; his place was the 

 outside one in the team, and there he would 

 be ! He did not seem to like running with the 

 others ; and not all the shouting in the world 

 would bring him into line if he had made up 

 his doggy mind to straggle. And round that 

 rock he would not go. Perhaps he was in a 

 brown study : perhaps he was sulky : straight 

 on he went, outside dog right enough, but the 

 wrong side of the rock. Now came the trouble. 

 Away rushed Johannes to lift the trace over ; 

 but before he could reach it Kollek was 

 whining and whistling with terror as the 



