. Connie Morgan in the fur country . ng so short that from now on well quitcamping at noon. Well pull once and make aday of it—anyway till we get a moon. To this plan the Indian readily agreed and amoment later struck out ahead as forerunnerto break trail for the dogs. Despite the fact thatthere was more snow on the eastern slope, thetwo soon found it insufficient to check the tobog-gans upon the series of steep pitches and longslopes they now encountered. At the end of amile a halt was made, Connies dogs were turnedloose to follow, both toboggans were hitched be-hind the Mackenzie River dogs,
. Connie Morgan in the fur country . ng so short that from now on well quitcamping at noon. Well pull once and make aday of it—anyway till we get a moon. To this plan the Indian readily agreed and amoment later struck out ahead as forerunnerto break trail for the dogs. Despite the fact thatthere was more snow on the eastern slope, thetwo soon found it insufficient to check the tobog-gans upon the series of steep pitches and longslopes they now encountered. At the end of amile a halt was made, Connies dogs were turnedloose to follow, both toboggans were hitched be-hind the Mackenzie River dogs, and while Meri-can Joe plodded ahead, Connie had all he coulddo at the tail rope. An hour later the windsuddenly changed and came roaring out of thenorth. The whole sky became overcast and sting-ing particles of flinty snow were driven againsttheir faces. The storm increased in fury. Thestinging particles changed to dry, powdery snowdust that whirled and eddied about them so thicklythat Connie could not see the dogs from the rear. In the whirling bhzzard, without protection of timber, one place was asgood as another to camp, and while the Indian busied himself w^iththe dogs, Connie proceeded to dig a trench in the by Frank E. Schoonovcr Brass 55 of the toboggans. Covering their noses andmouths, the two bored on through the whitesmother—a slow moving, ghostly procession, withthe snow powder matted thick into the hairycoat^ of the dogs and the clothing of the until darkness added to the impenetrabilityof the storm did Merican Joe halt. In the whirl-ing blizzard, without protection of timber, oneplace was as good as another to camp, and whilethe Indian busied himself with the dogs Connieproceeded to dig a trench in the snow. Thistrench was as long as the toboggans, and wideenough to accommodate the two sleeping bagsplaced side by side. Three feet down the boystruck ice. The sleeping bags, primus stove, andpart of the food were dumped into the trench. Th
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