B ALDY OF NOM E 



three great victories, and you remember 

 he did not desert me when I lay freezing 

 and helpless, alone in the snow." His 

 master's hand fell caressingly on the ugly 

 dark head pressed so tightly, so trustfully, 

 against him. a He's a wonderful leader 

 and my faithful friend," "Scotty" said. 



And so it happened that McMillan of 

 the broken tusks, whose name was once a 

 symbol of all that was fierce and wicked, 

 and wolf-like in the annals of Nome, to- 

 day, under sunny California skies, wan- 

 ders contentedly beneath the Berkeley 

 Oaks with Her; or sedately pulls a 

 wheeled chair, the loved and loving com- 

 panion of one whose tender affection has 

 blotted out the memory of those other 

 days of rebellion and unrest; while Baldy, 

 like White Fang, Cigarette, and her blind 

 charge, Cigar, John Johnson's Blue Eyed 

 Leader, and brave old Dubby, will be 

 known so long as the Tales of the North 

 shall be told, as one of the Immortals of 

 the Alaska Trail. 



