capacity of the sleds. For five days the
Indian guide drove his dogs over the smooth crust, and on the sixth
day, about noon, halting in a hollow, he pointed to tracks in the snow
and called out: "Ageter! Ageter! Ageter!"

The hunters saw sharply defined hoof-marks, not unlike the tracks of
reindeer, except that they were longer. The tepee was set up on the
spot and the dogs unharnessed.

The Indian led the way with the dogs, and Rea and Jones followed,
slipping over the hard crust without sinking in and traveling swiftly.
Soon the guide, pointing, again let out the cry: "Ageter!" at the same
moment loosing the dogs.

Some few hundred yards down the hollow, a number of large black
animals, not unlike the shaggy, humpy buffalo, lumbered over the snow.
Jones echoed Rea's yell, and broke into a run, easily distancing the
puffing giant.

The musk-oxen squared round to the dogs, and were soon surrounded by
the yelping pack. Jones came up to find six old bulls uttering grunts
of rage and shaking ram-like horns at their tormentors. Notwithstanding
that for Jones this was the cumulation of years of desire, the crowning
moment, the climax and fruition of long-harbored dreams, he halted
before the tame and helpless beasts, with joy not unmixed with pain.

"It will be murder!" he exclaimed. "It's like shooting down sheep."

Rea came crashing up behind him and yelled, "Get busy. We need fresh
meat, an' I want the skins."

The bulls succumbed to well-directed shots, and the Indian and Rea
hurried back to camp with the dogs to fetch the sleds, while Jones
examined with warm interest the animals he had wanted to see all his
life. He found the largest bull approached within a third of the size
of a buffalo. He was of a brownish-black color and very like a large,
woolly ram. His head was broad, with sharp, small ears; the horns had
wide and flattened bases and lay flat on the head, to run down back of
the eyes, then curve forward to a sharp point. Like the bison, the musk
ox had short, heavy limbs, covered with very long hair, and small, hard
hoofs with hairy tufts inside the curve of bone, which probably served
as pads or checks to hold the hoof firm on ice. His legs seemed out of
proportion to his body.

Two musk-oxen were loaded on a sled and hauled to camp in one trip.
Skinning them was but short work for such expert hands. All the choice
cuts of meat were saved. No time was lost in broiling a steak, which
they found swee