to say that we were one of the boys of this country, you can't grow old. These years go by but time is a little same. Grey hairs or no hair, or wings cause us worry. The next day we started down the glacier. So many sledges following each other promised some excitement and we got it. My sledge seemed around broadside. A warning cry caused me to jump over the sledge as a galloping dog team rushed into me full tilt. Ten dogs snapped the trace line and away they went just as another sledge jibed me for I was turning a little boy on to his face and nearly yanking the hind legs of a yup tied around his belly on top of the sledge. Whatever Yandewining might be here it was - forking and cowling of dogs, yelling of men, and crying of children. Eventually we were straightened.