The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



amongst my own men. When Shanghai washed 

 his face and hands, he took from a cup a mouth- 

 ful of water, which he then blew as spray into his 

 upturned hands, and which he then applied to 

 his face and neck. I noticed him cleaning some 

 herbs that he brought to apply to my knee 

 as a fomentation after an accident in a similar 

 manner. This habit is the more curious from 

 the abundance of water to be found everywhere, 

 and I am at a loss to account for the reason of it. 

 A very amusing episode happened during 

 this Prasnic week, which still causes me amuse- 

 ment when I think of it. An American and his 

 outfit, who were on some Government surveying 

 business, had their camp on the cliffs some four 

 hundred yards from our shack. Hunter owned 

 a native dog, which are locally called " huskies " ; 

 it was but a puppy, perhaps a year old, but these 

 dogs are snarling thieves, and are of every sort 

 and description of colour. They are in size and 

 shape similar to a Chinese chow dog, but the 

 hair of their coats is not so long ; they carry 

 their tails, though, in a similar fashion. One day 

 the American sent down word to Hunter that 

 this dog would come to his camp and steal his 

 bacon. The pup was hard to deal with, for he 

 would not make friends easily, in fact Hunter 

 and I were the only people he would condescend 

 to notice. I offered to go up and see what the 

 trouble was, fearing that the irate Yankee might 



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