REACHING THE GOAL 125 
We shouldered our things and marched on, and sure 
enough it was not long till we saw before us the dim 
outline of the choom looming through the fog. 
Sailor, too, knew we were approaching something 
strange. Ever since we had come upon the reindeer 
ground he had been very uncomfortable. Unlike him- 
self, usually so cheery, he had dropped his tail and 
advanced in a doubtful, hesitating manner. And now 
he was so staggered that he kept stopping, and we had 
much ado to get him on. No doubt it was because of 
the smell of reindeer and of strange dogs. Sailor was 
never afraid of these dogs, but braver than them all, as 
will appear in its place. 
