Hunting Musk-Ox with the Dog Ribs 



without the faintest 

 trace of musk per- 

 ceptible. That from 

 one of the animals 

 was tender, and as 

 well flavored as any 

 venison that I ever 

 ate. The others 

 were tough; but 

 the Dog Ribs 

 preferred tough 

 meat to walking a 



A Giddie. 



dozen yards to get 



that of a younger animal. The complex- 

 ion of our diet was now changed: before, 

 we had enjoyed caribou ribs boiled, gar- 

 nished with handfuls of coarse gray hairs ; 

 now we had boiled ribs of musk-ox with 

 hairs of a brownish black. 



I awakened next morning with a sense 

 of weight upon my blanket ; and my ears 

 were greeted with a rushing roar caused 

 by a northeast gale, which had covered 

 everything inside our lodge, to a depth of 

 a foot or more, with fine, flour-like snow. 

 The temperature was at least thirty de- 

 grees below zero. It was impossible to 

 face such a blizzard without freezing in 

 a few minutes. All landmarks were ob- 

 scured so that we could not continue upon 

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