They're like the Englishman, who said 'What a fine day it is; let's go out and kill something.'" "Please tell us some more about the dogs that helped you catch the moose, uncle," said Miss Laura.

I was sitting up very straight beside her listening to every word Mr.Wood said, and she was fondling my head.
"Well, Laura, when we camped out on the snow and slept on spruce boughs while we were after the moose, the dogs used to be a great comfort to us.

They slept at our feet and kept us warm.

Poor brutes, they mostly had a rough time of it.

They enjoyed the running and chasing as much as we did, but when it came to broken ribs and sore heads, it was another matter.