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dark spruce forests frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees have been stripped by recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous. In the fading light, a vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation, lifeless without movement, so lone and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it, of laughter, but of a laughter more terrible than any sadness. Ah, laughter that was mirthless. A smile of the sphinx. A laughter cold is the frosting partaken of the grimness and infallibility. It was the masterful in communicable wisdom of eternity, laughing at the futility of life in the effort of life. It was the wild, the savage, frozen hearted Northland wild. But there was life abroad in the land and find down the frozen waterway toiled a string of wolfish dogs. Their bristly fair was rimmed with frost. Their breath froze in the air as it left their mouths, spouting forth in spew mes of vapour that settled upon the hairs of their bodies and formed into crystals of frost leather. harness was on the dogs, and the leather traces attached them to a sled, which dragged along the floor. The sled was without runners. It was made of a stout birch bark, and it full surface rested on the snow. The front end of the set was turned up like a scroll in order to force down and under the boards. Soft snow that searched like a wave before it on the sled, securely lashed, was a long and narrow oblong box. There was other things on the sled, blankets and acts and a coffee pot onda frying pan, but prominent occupying most of the space was the long and narrow oblong box.