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had quarrelled occasionally, but being so closely under 
our eyes they had no opportunity to kill one another. 
It was otherwise on shore. On the very day that 
they were landed they seemed to have a general 
“ day of reckoning.” They fought furiously, and two 
or three good dogs were killed. It was not always 
the weakest dogs who succumbed in these fights, 
generally the reverse. They seemed with one accord 
to boycott a single dog for days and weeks, and that 
particular dog evidently knew the danger, as he 
generally sought refuge with us, and was so panic- 
stricken, once he had been hunted by the others, that 
for days he would go without food. Then, driven by 
“THEIR TONGUE STUCK TO THE METAL, AND THEIR HOWLS 
BROUGHT THE PHOTOGRAPHER.” 
hunger, or forgetting for the moment that he was 
marked to be killed, he might show himself, even on the 
peninsula or far out on the ice. Off went the other 
