Hunting Musk-Ox ivith the Dog Ribs 



our course. As we had only wood enough 

 for the time that we expected to be en- 

 gaged in actual travel, we could have no 

 fire on days like this, when we were com- 

 pelled to " lay to." We remained in our 

 blankets until midday, when a kettle of 

 meat was (half) boiled, and we turned in 

 again. In the evening a fire about the 

 size of a cigar-box was kept up long 

 enough to boil a kettle of tea, one cup for 

 each man we always wanted four! No 

 meat was cooked ; for our appetites were 

 soon satisfied with the large sticks of white 

 frozen marrow from the long bones of the 

 musk-ox. 



Throughout the following day the storm 

 continued with increased severity, and we 

 were forced to lie in the snow another 

 twenty-four hours. 



My dogs never came inside the lodge 

 at night, but coiled themselves up in the 

 lee of the lodge, where the snow soon 

 drifted over them, giving warmth and 

 shelter. The twelve Indian giddies came 

 inside as soon as the last man rolled up in 

 his blanket at night. At first they spent 

 a few minutes fighting over the bones 

 about the fireplace, then they rummaged 

 through everything that was not firmly 

 lashed down. As a dog walked over a 



