DOG-HABITS. 
13 
“At home one would fear to encounter such hoop- 
spined, spitting, snarling beasts as the Esquimaux dogs 
of Peabody Bay. But, wolves as they are, they are far 
from dangerous: the slightest appearance of a missile 
or cudgel subdues them at once. Indispensable to the 
very life of their masters, they are treated, of course, 
with studied care and kindness; but they are taught 
from the earliest days of puppy-life a savory fear that 
makes them altogether safe companions even for the 
children. But they are absolutely ravenous of ever}- 
thing below the human grade. Old Yellow, who goes 
about with arched back, gliding through the darkness 
more like a hyena than a dog, made a pounce the other 
day as I was feeding Jenny, and, almost before I could 
turn, had gobbled down one of her pups. As none 
of the litter will ever be of sledging use, I have taken 
the hint, and refreshed Old Yellow with a daily morn¬ 
ing puppy. The two last of the family, who will then, 
I hope, be tolerably milk-fed, I shall reserve for my 
own eating. 
“January 14, Sunday.—Our sick are about the same; 
Wilson, Brooks, Morton, McGary, and Riley unservice¬ 
able, Dr. Hayes getting better rapidly. How grateful 
I ought to be that I, the weakling of a year ago, am a 
well and helping man! 
“At noonday, in spite of the mist, I can see the 
horizon gap of Charlotte Wood Fiord, between Bessie 
Mountain and the other hills to the southeast, growing 
lighter; its twilight is decidedly less doubtful. In four 
or five days we will have our noonday sun not more 
