56 THE WOLF-DOG'S THICKS. 



alarmed at the result of these gambols. One day, after 

 a long march, I was looking out for a convenient camping- 

 place, when a she-wolf crossed the ice at some distance 

 from where I was standing. In spite of all my exertions 

 and threats, Ishmah immediately gave chase and they con- 

 tinued their gambols, until I attempted to approach them, 

 when, of course, the wolf made off at full speed followed 

 by my dog with his travail behind him, loaded with every 

 thing I then possessed in the world. I followed, shouting 

 after him in vain, until he entirely disappeared from my 

 view, after which I continued running on the tracks, till 

 darkness obliged me to abandon the pursuit, and I found 

 myself a long way from timber, out on the broad prairie, 

 alone on a vast barren waste of snow stretching around 

 me on every side. It was some hours before he returned, 

 when, happily, I found not an article was lost. 



