REACHING THE GOAL 125 



We shouldered our things and marched on, and sure 

 enough it was not long till we saw before us the dim 

 outline of the choom looming through the foe. 



Sailor, too, knew we were approaching something 

 strange. Ever since we had come upon the reindeer 

 ground he had been very uncomfortable. Unlike him- 

 self, usually so cheery, he had dropped his tail and 

 advanced in a doubtful, hesitating manner. And now 

 he was so staggered that he kept stopping, and we had 

 much ado to get him on. No doubt it was because of 

 the smell of reindeer and of strange dogs. Sailor was 

 never afraid of these dogs, but braver than them all, as 

 will appear in its place. 



