That's what's ailin' you.

Swallow a spoonful of sody, an' you'll sweeten up wonderful an' be more pleasant company." In the morning Henry was aroused by fervid blasphemy that proceeded from the mouth of Bill.

Henry propped himself up on an elbow and looked to see his comrade standing among the dogs beside the replenished fire, his arms raised in objurgation, his face distorted with passion.
"Hello!" Henry called.

"What's up now ?" "Frog's gone," came the answer.
"No." "I tell you yes." Henry leaped out of the blankets and to the dogs.

He counted them with care, and then joined his partner in cursing the power of the Wild that had robbed them of another dog.
"Frog was the strongest dog of the bunch," Bill pronounced finally.
"An' he was no fool dog neither," Henry added.
And so was recorded the second epitaph in two days.
A gloomy breakfast was eaten, and the four remaining dogs were harnessed to the sled.