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projectile impulse until it unwinds its slow length, reaches the 

 end of its tether, and cracks to tell you that it is at its journey's 

 end. Such a crack on the ear or forefoot of an unfortunate dog 

 is signalized by a howl quite unmistakeable in its import. 



"The mere labor of using this whip is such that the Esqui- 

 maux travel in couples, one sledge after the other. The hinder 

 dogs follow mechanically, and thus require no whip ; and the 

 drivers change about so as to rest each other." 



EFFECTS OF AN ARCTIC NIGHT ON DOGS. 



DRS. KANE and Haves carried with them to the Polar regions 



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several large Newfoundland dogs, partly as an experiment, but 

 chiefly for the faithful companionship they would afford. It is 

 true that a dog can live wherever man can support life, but these 

 sagacious animals are more susceptible to brain affections and 

 succumb more readily to a life of inactivity than man. The ef- 

 fects of an Arctic night on his Newfoundland dogs is thus related 

 by Dr. Kane : 



"This morning at five o'clock for I am so afflicted with the 

 insomnium of this eternal night, that I rise at any time between 

 midnight and noon I went upon deck. It was absolutely dark ; 

 the cold not permitting a swinging lamp. There was not a glim- 

 mer came to me through the ice-crusted window-panes of the 

 cabin. While I was feeling my way, half puzzled as to the best 

 method of steering clear of whatever might be before me, two of 

 my Newfoundland dogs put their cold noses against my hand, 

 and instantly commenced the most exuberant antics of satisfac- 

 tion. It then occurred to me how very dreary and forlorn must 

 these poor animals be, at atmospheres of plus 10 in-doors and 

 minus 50 without living in darkness, howling at an accidental 

 light, as if it reminded them of the moon and with nothing, 

 either of instinct or sensation, to tell them of the passing hours, 

 or to explain the long-lost daylight. 



"The mouse-colored dogs, the leaders of my Newfoundland 

 team, have, for the past fortnight, been nursed like babies. No 

 one can tell how anxiously I watch them. They are kept below, 

 tended, fed, cleansed } caressed and doctored, to the infinite 



