BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 185 



it is very, very cold : you will get frost-bitten &quot; ; 

 and Klara would burst into a loud laugh and 

 mutter, &quot;Eh, these English people,&quot; and then 

 stand on the steps with the basket clasped in 

 her bare arms, looking around at the weather 

 and the scenery before going down the steps 

 to shake the freezing clothes in the wind and 

 hang them on the line. Sometimes in the 

 middle of her hanging-out Klara would pause 

 to stand laughing at her handiwork, and would 

 call to the passers-by to look at the clothes 

 and enjoy the joke ; for as she shook the 

 garments out and the wind caught them they 

 froze stiff in an instant, and then they would 

 hang and dangle and even stand upon the 

 snow in queer human shapes shirts with 

 their arms straight out, and stockings like 

 long stiff legs and pillow cases blown out tight 

 like drums. All this was a great delight to the 

 boys and girls of the village ; but I could 

 never understand how the drying went on 

 when all the moisture was frozen in the clothes 

 and they were pegged upon the line. I put 

 a nice new clothes line for Klara in the kitchen ; 

 but unless a blizzard was raging she would 

 have none of it. &quot; No,&quot; she said, &quot; I will 

 hang the clothes out of doors : the frost will 

 make them white.&quot; 



It seemed strange to me that a land that 



