As I reckoned it up, Nanook had fallen just short of pulling my sled ten thousand miles.
When we made ready to depart after a few days at a mission or in a town, Nanook was beside himself with joy.
I called to Nanook as we stopped on the bank, "Nanook, there's the good old Yukon again!"
I could almost tell the nature of any disturbance that arose from the tone of Nanook's bark.
But Nanook and Lingo had seen boys come and boys go, and they knew better.
