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men began to get the dogs ready I knew that more 

 game had been sighted. Eiseeyou endeavored to 

 point the animals out to me for musk-oxen, he said 

 on the opposite mountain-side, though with my 

 naked eye I could see nothing of them. Finally, 

 with the aid of glasses, I was just able to make them 

 out near a point where the ice cap ran down in a 

 glacier to the frozen river-bed. 



"Will you go after them?" asked Eiseeyou. 



I had come too far into that desolate country to 

 permit mere physical weariness to dissuade me, so, 

 reluctant as I was to leave the kettle of savory boil- 

 ing meat and the inviting sleeping-bag, I answered 

 "Yes." 



At the foot of the mountain twenty-one dogs were 

 cut loose. They did not see the game until Tukshu, 

 springing forward like a deer, led three of them to 

 the trail above where the animals had turned. Here 

 the three dogs took the scent and instantly the whole 

 pack were behind them. 



As on the former occasions the round-up was made 

 at a high elevation. The Eskimos, far ahead of me, 

 were shouting, "Hurry up! Hurry up!" long before 

 I reached them, and urging me on. When I finally 

 gained the mountain top I took a position at close 

 range. One big fellow attracted me, and wishing to 

 photograph him I gave my rifle to Tukshu, instruct- 

 ing him to kill the animal if it attempted an attack. 

 Then I approached very near with my camera, to get 

 as close a view as possible. At the instant that I 

 made the exposure, less than a dozen feet away, the 



