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awkwardly, some bales and blankets were thrown 

 out, and with those the exhausted Eaglefoot 

 remained while I careered on. Finally I caught 

 the dogs, but when I came to drive them they 

 would not go. The difficulty — in the dream — 

 seemed to be all because I could not recall the 

 name of Philip's lead-dog. Think as I might 

 I could not recall it. Meantime crowds had 

 collected who had never seen a sled and dog- 

 train before. They were strange, tall, delicate 

 people who spoke no words I could understand. 

 In the end I led the dogs back to where Eagle- 

 foot waited, and was again loading up the bales 

 and blankets so that we might go in search of 

 Philip — when I awoke . . . and my first con- 

 scious thought was intensely concentrated on 

 Musquaw — the name of Philip's lead-dog. The 

 old Indian was intensely interested in this yarn. 

 In many ways Indians have the naive receptive 

 intellect of children. 



But, to return to the work of the day. The 

 drifting snow on the lake had, when we looked 

 out from our hide after breakfast, partly covered 

 the spruce boughs of the " deer fence," and our 

 first task was totravel round them all, lifting them, 

 shaking them, and replacing them. After this 

 we had a very long wait before any Caribou 

 came, probably because our movements around 

 the u fence " had frightened any that chanced 

 to be in the immediate neighbourhood at the 

 time. However, about noon, a single male 

 Caribou came slowly on to the lake from the forest 

 on the west shore, and then, apparently surprised, 

 stood long, watchfully alert. Philip, who was 



