They can hit any part of a dog with certainty, but usually rest satisfied with simply cracking the whip--a sound that produces an answering yell of terror, whether the lash takes effect or not.
Our hunters were clothed in their Esquimau garments, and cut the oddest imaginable figures.

They had a soft, rotund, cuddled-up appearance, that was powerfully suggestive of comfort.

The sledge carried one day's provisions, a couple of walrus harpoons with a sufficient quantity of rope, four muskets with the requisite ammunition, an Esquimau cooking-lamp, two stout spears, two tarpaulins to spread on the snow, and four blanket sleeping-bags.

These last were six feet long, and just wide enough for a man to crawl into at night, feet first.
"What a jolly style of travelling, isn't it ?" cried Fred, as the dogs sprang wildly forward, tearing the sledge behind them, Dumps and Poker leading and looking as lively as crickets.
"Well now, isn't it true that wits jump ?--that's jist what I was sayin' to meself," remarked O'Riley, grinning from ear to ear as he pulled the fur-hood farther over his head, crossed his arms more firmly on his breast, and tried to double himself up as he sat there like an overgrown rat.

"I wouldn't exchange it wid the Lord Mayor o' London and his coach an' six--so I wouldn't .-- Arrah! have a care, Meetuck, ye baste, or ye'll have us kilt." This, last exclamation was caused by the reckless driver dashing over a piece of rough ice that nearly capsized the sledge.