Identifier: downnorthonlabra00gren (find matches)
Title: Down North on the Labrador
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Grenfell, Wilfred Thomason, Sir, 1865-1940
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Publisher: New York, Chicago (etc.) Fleming H. Revell Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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, brokein the man who would have to go in withhim after the deer carcasses, and who hadlistened to the whole discussion from thebackground. But Im not saying as uscant do it and get home t same night allthe same. What do ye say, doctor ? HowUthat suit ye ? A good deal better than relying on UncleMoses cap, Jake, Indeed, that settles it, andtry we will whatever comes of it. It was unfortunate that my colleague andI had decided to leave our usual driver athome on this trip, for he had crossed thisvery route the year previous with the doctorwho had been supplying for me. They hadhad the unusual opportunity of the companyof the one man living, who years before hadbeen engaged with a government surveyparty in driving a track across from water towater. When we left, we had intended toreturn by the well-worn coast trail, in whichcase a drivers room would have been betterthan his weight on the sledges. We had lefthim, moreover, our good team of dogs, asthere were a number of logs to be hauled
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HE WENT BY THE NAME OP BRIN BRIN 155 home from the woods, more, indeed, than wecould expect to handle before the going brokeup. The result was that of all our last years teamwe had only one dog with us, a yellowishbrown fellow with queer black striped mark-ing somewhat like a Bengal tiger. They lentto his sinister face the suggestion that hewas eternally grinning—an impression inten-sified by an odd way he had of turning upthe corners of his mouth when he caughtones eye. He went by the name of Brin.I had reared this dog myself and run him hissecond winter as my leader, though he wasthen little better than a pup. On several oc-casions he had displayed unusual instinct fordirection. Very soon after his first promo-tion I had been compelled to run eighteenmiles, mostly over sea ice, without seeingany intervening house, in a blizzard of snowand a head wind. It was quite impossible todo any steering, as the driving snow, with nowindbreak, made seeing to windward simplyout of the question

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