dred dollars which uncle counted out before him would buy for his wife and children, he came to the conclusion that we could have the dog. He's mine now, for Uncle Joe gave him to me as soon as the bargain was struck."
"Did you get any caribou?"
"Plenty of them, and, would you believe it? we had to take along a supply of food for that dog the same as we did for ourselves. He wouldn't look at any thing except salt meat or codfish. I really believe he would have starved with a meal before him that would have made any other dog's mouth water. But he is civilized now, and takes his rations like other white folks. He's got a history, Mars has, and if his adventures and exploits were written out, they would make a good-sized book."
A loud and hearty greeting from the two boys who were standing on the dock in front of the boat-house, put a stop to the conversation. Tom and his cousins expected that the first thing Joe Wayring did would be to acquaint his two friends with the fact that a plot had been formed to keep the best man from winning at the next canoe meet, and to throw the dif-
