5 8 ON SNOW-SHOES TO THE BARREN GROUNDS 



shivered and shook in the bedding I permitted myself, 

 and the temptation to add one more blanket was almost 



irresistible. 



Not that the atmosphere was colder than I had before 

 experienced, for 40 below is by no means uncommon in 

 the Rocky Mountains, where I have camped, but the 

 wind made me so miserable. It blew more than half the 



POLE LODGE IN WHICH MOOSE AM) CARIBOU SKINS ARE SMOKED 



time, and nothing could resist its searchings. It went 

 straight through capotes, leggings, and blankets, and made 

 sleep impossible for me several nights on the way to 

 McMurray. The dogs, however, seemed unmindful of 

 either wind or cold. At night, after they had eaten their 

 fish, they went a few yards from the fire, scratched away 

 a little of the top snow, and then curled up, back to wind- 

 ward. In the morning when they were dragged to har- 

 ness they left the outline of their bodv in the snow, and 



