Hunting Musk-Ox with the Dog Ribs 



were quite ready to move on, as the 

 thirteenth day dawned bright and clear. 

 Early in the day we caught sight of a 

 band of forty musk-ox already in flight 

 a couple of miles distant. We chased 

 them six miles, but only one of our party 

 reached them, Wisho, who killed four. 

 We were very much fatigued from our 

 long run, and covered with perspiration, 

 which froze on our outer garments as we 

 walked back with the dogs to bring up 

 the sleds. It was after nightfall before 

 we set up the lodge, and cold, tired, and 

 hungry, sat shivering around a column of 

 smoke over which hung a kettle contain- 

 ing both meat and drink ; for our supply 

 of tea was exhausted, and we had to quench 

 our thirst with the greasy bouillon, or "te- 

 woh," in which the meat was boiled. 



The temperature was falling rapidly, 

 giving us some concern about Johnnie 

 Cohoyla, who had not returned. The 

 next morning I was awakened by the 

 monotonous wailing of his brother, Esyuh, 

 who was chanting the virtues of the lost 

 reprobate, and entreating the fates in gen- 

 eral, and the North Wind in particular, to 

 spare him. 



Tunna hoola (a man is lost). 



The Dog Ribs repeated the phrase with 

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