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Title: My dogs in the Northland
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Young, Egerton Ryerson, 1840-1909
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Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) F.H. Revell company
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n. Eagerand alert to start he had been, from thefirst word shouted to Koona, but like a welltrained dog he knew his place, and that hewas expected to follow his leader. He had,however, been showing a good deal of im-patience at the hesitancy of Koona, and sonow I saw that he was ready for any callthat might be made upon him. So Ishouted, Go on, Jack, whichever way youlike, and do the best you can, for I do notknow anything about it! Nothing more was necessary. The nobledog at once seemed to realize that on himrested the responsibility of rescuing usfrom our perilous position. And grandlydid he perforin the tremendous task, aswith one of his cheery barks he sprangforward in the tempest, Koona, with slack-ened traces, gladly dropped back, and wasquite content to resign the leadership to themore powerful dog. During the long runthat followed, never once did the bewildereddog seem to wish, as many a dog does,to again take his position as leader. Koonaseemed to have had enough dog sense to
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Q Pi< NS3i—<J m z oK cSg HO s Jack Triumphant in the Blizzard 107 know that Jack, in this trying ordeal, coulddo better work than he, and so he ran be-side the larger dog and at times cleverlyavailed himself of the protection thus af-forded to shield himself from some of thefiercest blasts of the storm. So thoroughly was the blizzard liftingthe snow from the ice, that we were ableto travel with a good degree of speed.Hours succeeded hours, and still the stormshrieked and howled around us. With un-diminished vigour Jack kept to his work.Occasionally I would shout out to him somecheery word, and back through the galewould come his well-known bark. It hadin it the ring of victory, and strangely keptup our spirits and hopefulness, and the as-surance that we were yet going to escapethis peril, although we could but be con-scious of the fact that we were indeed invery great danger of perishing. The coldwas now so gripping us that it seemed asthough we must freeze to death. The veryn

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