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powdery and I had been wearing my snowshoes 
all day. The dogs, too, had made hard going of 
it on account of the condition of the snow. I ac¬ 
cepted the old man’s invitation, therefore, to ride 
on the sledge but after about ten minutes found it 
so cold sitting still that I got off, resumed my snow- 
shoes and walked. 
When it was nearly dark we stopped and set up 
the old man’s big tent. The northwest wind was 
growing stronger and the snow was drifting. I 
got the Primus stove going and made tea for all 
four of us and we all had pemmican. The old man 
and his son had nothing much of their own to eat. 
We were just finishing our supper when the 
men with the three dog-teams, whom we had passed 
three days before, came up; they had been to Cape 
North and were now returning. We filled the 
Primus stove again, made them some tea and gave 
them some pemmican to eat. After a while they 
informed me that they had the white dog Colt that 
had got away from us. The old man had sent him 
back by them. I was taken completely by sur¬ 
prise and to say that I was glad to see him would 
be putting it mildly. Nothing could have ex¬ 
ceeded that old man’s honesty and generosity; once 
he had gone to the trouble of bringing Colt back 
himself, and now he had sent him back. It was 
simply one of the many instances of fine humanity 
