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Title: The great lone land : a narrative of travel and adventure in the North-West of America
Year: 1874 (1870s)
Authors: Butler, William Francis, Sir, 1838-1910
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Publisher: London, Low
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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the snow a man goes infront on snow-shoes, and the leading dog, or foregoer, ashe is called, trots close behind him. If there should be atrack, however faint, the dog will follow it himseh ; andwhen sight fails to show it, or storm has hidden it beneathdrills, his sense of smell will enable him to keep straight.Thus through the long waste we journey on, by frozenlakelet, by willow copse, through pine forest, or over tree-less prairie, until the winters day draws to its close and thedarkening landscape bids us seek some resting-place for thenight. Then the hauling-dog is taken out of the harness,and his days work is at an end; his whip-marked facebegins to look less rueful, he stretches and rolls in the drypowdery snow, and finally twists himself a bed and goesfast asleep. But the real moment of pleasure is still instore for him. When our supper is over the chopping ofthe axe on the block of pemmican, or the unloading of thefrozen white-fish from the provision-sled, tells him that his
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THE GREAT LONE LAND. 299 is about to begin. He springs lightly up and watcheseagerly these preparations for his supper. On the plainshe receives a daily ration of 2 lbs. of pemmican. In theforest and lake country, where fish is the staple food, hegets two large white-fish raw. He prefers fish to meat, andwill work better on it too. His supper is soon over; thereis a short after-piece of growling and snapping at hungrycomrade, and then he lies down out in the snow to dreamthat whips have been abolished and hauling is discarded forever, sleeping peacefully until morning, unless indeed someband of wolves should prowl around and, scenting camp orfire, howl their long chorus to the midnight skies. And now, with this introductory digression on dogs, letus return to our camp in the thick pine-bluff on the riverbank. The night fell very cold. Between supper and bedthere is not much time when present cold and perspec-tive early-rising are the chief features of the night andmorning. I laid down

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