Hunting Musk-Ox with the Dog Ribs 



Without releasing my dogs, which were 

 wildly tugging at their collars, I started 

 forward with little hopes of killing any 

 musk-ox, but in excellent humor for 

 slaughtering a few Dog Ribs. Fortune, 

 however, smiled upon me. Four bulls of 

 the largest size broke away together with- 

 out a dog in pursuit, and came within 

 range. This was not so much like butch- 

 ering them ; they were running much 

 faster than I could on snow-shoes, and had 

 a chance for their lives. I killed two as 

 they passed me about a hundred yards dis- 

 tant, and wounded the others so that they 

 were bagged after a run of half a mile. I 

 had now killed seven musk-ox, and had 

 as many on my sled as the Hudson's Bay 

 people had told me it was possible to haul. 

 When Johnnie returned from chasing the 

 scattered herd, I stated my plain and un- 

 biassed opinion of him in all the Red River 

 French and Dog Rib that I could com- 

 mand. His deprecatory " Yazzy " changed 

 to a sheepish " Nazee " (good) when I 

 informed him that I had secured all the 

 robes that I wanted. He refused to carry 

 a skeleton for me at any price ; not even a 

 head or half a split skull would he carry, 

 though I gave him two robes for carrying 

 back the lodge. 



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