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AN ADVENTUKE. 
“ March 31, Friday.—I was within an ace to-day of 
losing my dogs, every one of them. When I reached 
the ice-foot, they balked:—who would not ?—the tide 
was low, the ice rampant, and a jump of four feet 
necessary to reach the crest. The howling of the 
wind and the whirl of the snow-drift confused the 
poor creatures; but it was valuable training for them, 
and I strove to force them over. Of course I was on 
foot, and they had a light load behind them. ‘Now, 
Stumpy! Now, Whitey!’ ‘ Good dogs!’ 4 Tu-lee-ee-ee! 
Tuh!’ They went at it like good stanch brutes, and 
the next minute the whole team was rolling in a lump, 
some sixteen feet below me, in the chasm of the ice¬ 
foot. The drift was such that at first I could not see 
