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woman's revolver, and we are made somewhat strong again. But the dogs
have nothing to eat. They try to eat their harness, which is of leather
and walrus-hide, and I must fight them off with a club and hang all the
harness in a tree. And all night they howl and fight around that tree.
But we do not mind. We sleep like dead people, and in the morning get up
like dead people out of their graves and go on along the trail.

"That morning is the 1st of March, and on that morning I see the first
sign of that after which the baby wolves are in search. It is clear
weather, and cold. The sun stay longer in the sky, and there are sun-
dogs flashing on either side, and the air is bright with frost-dust. The
snow falls no more upon the trail, and I see the fresh sign of dogs and
sled. There is one man with that outfit, and I see in the snow that he
is not strong. He, too, has not enough to eat. The young wolves see the
fresh sign, too, and they are much excited. 'Hurry!' they say. All the
time they say, 'Hurry! Faster, Charley, faster!'

"We make hurry very slow. All the time the man and the woman fall down.
When they try to ride on sled the dogs are too weak, and the dogs fall
down. Besides, it is so cold that if they ride on the sled they will
freeze. It is very easy for a hungry man to freeze. When the woman fall
down, the man help her up. Sometimes the woman help the man up. By and
by both fall down and cannot get up, and I must help them up all the
time, else they will not get up and will die there in the snow. This is
very hard work, for I am greatly weary, and as well I must drive the
dogs, and the man and woman are very heavy with no strength in their
bodies. So, by and by, I, too, fall down in the snow, and there is no
one to help me up. I must get up by myself. And always do I get up by
myself, and help them up, and make the dogs go on.

"That night I get one ptarmigan, and we are very hungry. And that night
the man says to me, 'What time start to-morrow, Charley?' It is like the
voice of a ghost. I say, 'All the time you make start at five o'clock.'
'To-morrow,' he says, 'we will start at three o'clock.' I laugh in great
bitterness, and I say, 'You are dead man.' And he says, 'To-morrow we
will start at three o'clock.'

"And we start at three o'clock, for I am their man, and that which they
say is to be done, I do. It is clear and cold, and there is no wind.
When daylight comes we can see