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[margin] [*Esk. Dogs*]
a dog trot of nearly one hundred miles
when your dogs may drop at any moment
and leave you without protection
from the weather in a temperature of
forty below zero. As to riding I do
not look to it. We must as [we have] I
often [done before] do on my shorter journeys run along side of the
sledge. Our dogs only carry our
scanty provisions, and our sleeping bags
and guns.

At home one would fear the hoop
spined spitting snarling dog of the Peabody [Kennedy]
Bay Esquimaux. They are little better or worse
than wolves but in effect they are far from
dangerous. The slightest appearance of a
missile or cudgel, completely subduing their
courage. Although the Esquimaux, living
by the service of their dogs, treat them with
studied care and kindness, they are taught
from the earliest days of puppy life enough
of fear to render them safe even among the
children. "Old Yellow" who goes about
with arched back, gliding through the darkness
more like a hyena than a dog,
pounced upon me while feeding Jenny and
almost before I could turn had gobbled
down one of her pups. As these pups
will never be of sledging use I have since
followed the example of the Esquimaux and
refreshed "Old Yellow" with a daily morning
puppy. The two last of the litter
who will then I hope be tolerably milk fed
I reserve for my own eating.

Sunday Jan 14.

Our sick about the same, Wilson Brooks
Morton McGeary & Riley unservicable. Dr.
Hayes
rapidly getting better. How grateful
I out to be that I the weakling, am
a well-helping man!

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