My Dogs In The Northland (1902)

My Dogs In The Northland (1902)

by Egerton Ryerson Young

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If in Nature's broad domains there is a place for everything, we think that the natural home of the large dog is in the cold Northland. There, during those long winters he can work and thus prove his right to a comfortable living. Amidst the blizzards of the Arctic frosts often exposed to hardships and privations that no other creature than man and himself could stand, there he thrives, and endures and with his master, triumphs.

For years, with great dogs, I toiled and often with them was in great perils. Much of my work was accomplished by their aid. So I believe in dogs, and here in this book I have written of some of them and their deeds.ALL the dogs of which I here write are dead. Was it not Sir Walter Scott who said, " I hate to love a dog, he lives so short a life?" Yet Sir Walter did love dogs with rare devotion, as the traditions of Abbotsford, as well as much that he himself has written, affirm. When a lad I was not allowed to keep a dog. My father in his early manhood days saw a man smothered to death between two great feather beds because he was a hopeless victim of hydrophobia, caused by the bite of a mad dog. So no dog was allowed in our home.

Fortunately for us boys, or rather for the dogs, we (and there were only seven of us) were all very fond of these prohibited animals, and were ever ready to lend our jackknives or skates to any neighbouring boy if he would only let us play with his dog.

It was a marvellous transition from that country parsonage where the joyous bark of a canine friend, " The first to welcome, the foremost to defend," was never heard, to the wild adventurous life in the Northland. There, in the first business transaction with my predecessor, I was told that there were a dozen dogs and puppies of Huskie breed, outside, anxious to make my acquaintance!

It is a trite saying that " all things come to him who waits." It was correct in this case anyway, for the man who as a boy had peremptorily been refused the possession of the smallest puppy now entered into the ownership of a pack of cunning rascals who were quite competent to test his patience and sharpen his wits.

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BN ID: 2940013752009
Publisher: tbooks
Publication date: 01/10/2012
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