RETURN TO INDIAN CABIN 191 



At midnight we reached his cabin. 



There was Nokum sitting by the fire, and the 

 pot, filled with Caribou meat, simmering slowly, 

 awaiting our return. 



Frozen sticks of fish were brought in from out- 

 side, and set before the blaze to thaw out for 

 food for the tired dogs . . , the teams were 

 unharnessed, and fed . . . and their snarling 

 ceased while we gathered indoors to our well- 

 earned repast and repose. 



