CHAPTER XXIV 
COLT 
Shortly after we started, one of the dogs, called 
Whitey, lay down and refused to work. Poor old 
Whitey! He had given all there was in him and 
had worn himself out on the hard travelling from 
Shipwreck Camp to Wrangell Island and again 
across Long Strait to Siberia. I unharnessed him, 
finally, and put him on the sledge. We now had 
only three dogs left to pull the sledge and our prog¬ 
ress was not very fast. 
About two o’clock in the afternoon we came 
upon two more arangas. The native who lived in 
one of them proved to be a deer man who had hurt 
himself some time before and was just beginning 
to feel better. He had seven good dogs which ex¬ 
cited my interest. I made signs to show him that 
we had had seven dogs but had lost all but four, of 
which one was already too weak to walk, that we 
were travelling all the way down to East Cape, 
which I indicated on the chart, and that I wanted 
some dogs. He was an intelligent man and 
understood what I was after. He and his house¬ 
hold brought out tea, which was very refreshing 
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