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all colours. They were beaten at last, and rolled over, 
too fat to move. While we were in ‘goose camp,’ and 
after, they fixed up a little choom about four feet high, 
and here Pasco and her puppies lived, and at night this 
shelter was also shared by the two younger girls. How 
they all packed in was a mystery to me. 
Pasco loved those pups for all they were so hideous— 
and they were. Whenever I passed too close she had 
a way of running straight at me quite silently, as if she 
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were going to bite. But she never actually bit me, 
though she came very near it once or twice. 
We had a little brush to-day, which made me sorry. 
I had put my cap on the top of the boat with other 
things to dry in the sun. On coming out the cap was 
gone, and there was Uano strutting about roaring with 
laughter, with my cap on his head. Now take a 
Samoyed as you may, you would draw the line at lending 
him your clothes. The old idiot began dancing round, 
saying, ‘Uano Ahnglia to-day.’ But he suddenly dropped 
that. He had never seen me look angry before, and I 
think it scared him; though I had only said quite 
