Grane SAL WAY eb 31

driving snow, and we had in any case little breath
to spare for talking. But on this particular morning
we were in good spirits, having only an hour or
two’s journey ahead of us before our first stop-over
at a human habitation. The dogs were eager and
alert, as if they knew that today would bring some-
thing better than a day’s toil and a rice-and-salmon
supper.

Along the “side-hills’”” where the wind had swept
closely there was a great deal of glare-ice which
made it difficult for the dogs to get a footing, and
in other places the snow had drifted deeply until it
obliterated the trail. But we came at length into a
long, wooded valley and heard the barking of dogs.

“This must be IT! See the cabin? There’s a chap
standing outside it, too.”

In the spacious cabin we found warmth, comfort
and friendliness. Our mitts and moccasins were
draped round the stove to dry, and we lounged
peacefully on Jack’s couch while he played well-
worn gramophone records for our amusement. We
were well-fed and drowsy, and our faces burned
in the warm air of the cabin. The bleak wind still
swept past outside with its load of snow, but our
dogs were sheltered in Jack’s “‘guest kennels” and

lay contentedly with meat-covered moose bones
between their paws.