The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 
relish living cheek by jowl with the Indians, I 
told him he might sleep at the foot of my bed in 
our tent, and could pull the ends of my big 
blankets over him too, if necessary. This tickled 
Sing to death, and I believe after that he would 
have done anything forme. I will admit that 
I was not altogether unselfish over the matter, 
as his body kept my feet splendidly warm, so 
that we were both satisfied. 
We were now to go to the Basin, but the 
loss of one of our pack-horses delayed us 
for several hours. It seemed that the poor 
brute had fallen down the river bank, and 
owing to being hobbled was unable to get 
back again. The Indian found it after a lot 
of trouble half a mile away on a sand-spit; 
we could not, owing to this delay, make the 
Basin that night, so had to camp en route. The 
wind nearly cut one in half, the cold being ex- 
treme, at least twenty degrees below zero, so 
much so that the butter, milk, and meat were 
frozen solid; the two former had to be thawed 
out before they could be used, whilst the meat 
had to be cut off in chips with anaxe. Next day 
we arrived at our destination, and tossed up a 
coin for choice of ground, agreeing to take the 
best part of the country alternately. I lost the 
toss, and went into the country at the back of 
my camp. After a lot of walking I came to a 
bluff in a little valley, where, beneath me, I saw 
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