down on
it in front ofme, or lifting the frontend
of the runnersfrom
right to left, or vice versa to turn a corner or avoid a stone.*'
Owk, Owk,"
he shouts aswe wish
to turn the corner to the rightsA
thirdEskimo, who
isrunning between
usand
the dogs with the whip,takesup
thesound and
the dogsobey.But
as it seemshard
forthem through
the long grass,I getoffand run
after tillwe come
tothe corner
by
the church. It willgo
easieralong the path to theleft. I seat myself again
and
the driver cries "Ra, Ra, Ra.**Away we
go. It is well Iwas wary
of the stones,another inchand
that rock justpassed
would have
givenme
a sore footor a sprained ankle. "Owk, Owk." We
leav'e the pathon
our left and turnaway
to the right over rocksand
moss.The ground
is brokenbut
the long runners of the sledgemake
ix, go fairly smoothly. "Ah, Ah,"
or asThomas
pronounces it longdrawn,
"Aw, Aw." At
thissound
the dogs stopand
liedown,
with their tails curled over their backs.We
are supposed tohave
arrived ata halting placewhere
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50
A SLEDGE DRIVE.v.'C shall
camp
out for tlic niglifc.The wood
is unloaded ; tomake
the fire
would
be the first thingand
then perhaps a snow-house l*a shelter.
The
sleeping sack is ready to bemy
night's couch n the floor. Meanwhile, the dogs lie quite contentedly,and we
use the firstopportunity to count them.There
are fourteen in harnessand two
arerunning
besidethem
of theirown
accord, entering into the spirit ofthe thing in spite of their fear of that formidable whip.Nine
ofthese useful animals belong tothe mission. Theirnames
aro Yauerfritze, Purtzelmutter, Purtzel, Caro, Pius,Fanny
(an ex-ceptionally friendlyEskimo
dog), Amrai,Kakkortak and
Takkolik.The
others belong to different natives.Our
imaginary night has been short enough,and we
are sup-posed to be preparing for anew
start. " Look, see," saysThomas
to me,
and
pourssome
wateron
the iron of the runners, for the slcflge hasmeanwhile
been turned upside down.Were
itwinter, that water
would
at once freeze on the ironand form
a splendidsmooth
surface for the sledge torun
on over ice or snow. " Hoo-cet."The
sledge has been turned right againand
repacked,and
the dogs get up. No, there is nothingleft behind. " Hoo-eet ; "
away we
go. It is astonishinghow
widely the dogs spread themselves in pulling.
However,
the course of the sledge, as it follows them,depends more on
the nimble drivers. Seeyonder dog
is getting to thewrong
sideof that post,by way
of illustrating the difficulties of travellingthrough
a wood.Hebron
isbeyond
the northern limit of trees,but ourmissionaries at
Hopcdale have
often great troublein passingthrough
forests of stunted fir-trees.The
front dogs alsohave
got their traces foul of thetwo
other posts in our forest of three treeswithout any
branches.So we
are brought to a standstilluntil, all the harness being cleared,we
are ready for a fresh startdown
that slope to the right. "
Owk, Owk,"
is the word,but
at thebrook
our wild career isbrought
to asudden
stop.Our
specimen sledge tripwould
not bo complete withoutan
accident.The bed
of the little stream proves just too
wide
for the sledge to clear it,and
the points of the runnershave
bored into the further bank.The
.thong of the sledge has broken intwo
jilaces with the jerk,and
the dogswho were
pulling withmight and main
are suddenly released.Four
or fivehave
been caughtby
our nimble Eskirnoes,but
the majority are offhome. Were
the station three hours or three days distantand we were
left in thesnow
itwould
be a bit different to the present situation.The
station is about three minutes distant,and we
have time foi agood
laugh before our dogs arecaught and
brought back.What
hasbecome
of the passenger? Oh, he isunhurt
3 the shock didnot even unseat him.There
he sitson
the sledge,which
stretches like a little bridgefrom bank
to bank. It is freedfrom
the earth,and
tlie dogs arc again attached, after a fierce little quarrelbetween two
or three of them, just to keepup
theircredit as quarrelsomecreatures.Order
and
obedience restored, " Hoo-eet,"away we
gohomeward,
but at amore moderate
pace, for it is uphill.By
the mission-house the road bends to the left, " Ra, Ra, Ka."At
the corner anumber
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women
are standingand
laughing,and
as the slodge approaches, they run, according to their usual custom,and throw
tliemselvcson
to it, so the poor dogs finish their course withan
extra load,and
are quite willingto liedown
in obedience to the finalcommand,
"Ah, Ah."
Ifyou were
on a real journey,you would
learnby
experience to avoid that interjection inyour
conversation, for the"wearyanimals
would
atoncetakethepermissiontostopand
liedown.
Now
the dogs are releasedfrom
their harnessand
runaway
to their respectivehomes
with glee.The
sledgeis unloaded,and
itscontents carried off
by
their owners. "When
didyou
leaveHamah
? " says the missionarytoThomas.
"Yesterday morning,"replies the
good
fellow, keepingup
the joke with thorough appreciation. I givethem my
hearty thanks, "Nakungmek,"
forThomas and
Co.have
not only givenme
a great pleasure, but provided interest foryoung
friends athome,
towhom
Imay
detailmy
winter journeyon
asunny autumn
afternoon atHebron. A
real
midwinter Labrador
sledge journey, with thethermometer
far below zero of Fahrenheitand
thewind
blowing hardand
cold, isnot so pleasant, especially if the dogs be quite invisible because of the driving snow.
Should
the traveller then be pitched off the sledge,and
the drivers not perceive his absence at once, theymay
lose one another for ever.
But God
haswatched
overour travellei's l)y seaand
land,by
iceand snow on many
an errand of spiritual import to the settlers, orjourneyfrom
station to station.
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