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course of the struggle and its conclusion. I had run off without 

 snow-goggles, and as my eyes felt rather queer, I went back to the 

 ridge and shouted to him to bring them. The distance was long, 

 and he did not hear what I said, and supposing I wanted the dogs, 

 he immediately loosed them. Wild with excitement at the shots, 

 all twelve set off and dashed like black strokes up the slope ; they 

 sniffed a little at the fallen animals, and then on after the fugitives, 

 which by this time were quite out of sight. We soon heard they 

 had brought the oxen to bay far away in on the wastes ; but by 

 the time we had finished the skinning and cutting up they had all 

 come back, with the exception of 'Ingebrigt' and 'Gammel'n.' 

 These two kept things going till twelve o'clock ; we heard their 

 baying, intermittent and indistinct, right down at the tent that 

 is to say, eight consecutive hours. This was well done ; but to 

 this day I am puzzled to know how it was that just these two 

 dogs should have been equal to such a feat. 



* Kari/ poor dog, had a bad time during these days. As we 

 were driving up through Heureka Sound in twenty-two degrees 

 below zero and a keen wind she dropped one puppy after another. 

 But we had no time to stop for that on the contrary, we were 

 driving twenty-three miles a day, full speed, and with heavy 

 loads. It is hard to have little ones in such circumstances. But 

 ' Kari ' never gave in. She was in harness the whole day long, 

 and hauled like a hero ; but she lost her appetite, that she did, 

 and became very thin. In addition to the rest, she ended by 

 being ill in other ways, and would then hardly eat anything at all. 

 The mate was quite unhappy about his dear ' Kari.' When, after 

 an ended chase, the other dogs helped themselves to their hearts' 

 content, and ate till they could hold no more, ' Kari ' lay still and 

 moped, and left her ration of delicious meat untouched. One raw 

 and bitter day, ill and miserable as she was, she felt the cold very 

 much. But ' Kari ' was not only a good dog, but a wise one, and 

 therefore ' Kari ' knew what to do. She curled herself round in a 

 ball and lay down close by one of her comrades, between his legs, 

 where she would be sheltered as well as warm. This, however, 

 was not at all to the mind of the dog in question, and he was 

 ungallant enough to get up and change his place. But ' Kari ' 



