Hunting Musk-Ox with the Dog Ribs 



the dogs to haul. Still Jimmy's old gray 

 blanket led the way straight over the hills, 

 never swerving from a northeast course. 

 Sometimes we would ascend for an hour, 

 and then go pell-mell down a steep incline 

 for two or three hundred feet, holding 

 back our sleds with all our strength, yet 

 landing in the drifts at the bottom, with 

 the sled-dog dragging under, and the rest 

 of the team tangled in the harness. 



The reindeer were now quite abundant, 

 and we had little difficulty in killing 

 enough for men and teams. My dogs 

 were keen hunters, and were always ready 

 to dash after the herds of gray-hued cari- 

 bou, which swept over the snowy slopes 

 like the shadows of swift-flying clouds. 

 The only way that I could restrain them 

 was to overturn the sled. In the evening, 

 when they were released from the harness, 

 they would pursue any caribou which 

 might appear near our camp, which 

 caused me considerable anxiety, as the 

 dismal howl of the never-distant wolves 

 gave warning of their certain fate if they 

 left the camp. One of the giddies was lost 

 in this way. 



On the tenth day Johnnie, with three 

 other Indians and myself, separated from 

 the others, and turned a little more to the 



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