the whip Wolf would swing to the right or left, while Snowball would swing his end of the team in the right direction so they got along very well. If the dog ahead of Snowball got out of his traces, that old Husky was at once snapping at him and barking for him to get back, while Wolf saw that none of the dogs near him got out of the traces.
Running about with the empty sled was soon mastered and it was great fun, but when Gene piled on a heavy load and started to draw it from the wharves to a storehouse that was quite different. Then it was that the long black lash sung and cracked about their ears and each dog had to dig for all he was worth. If a dog sulked or lay down in the harness he soon had both the two indignant Huskies and Gene's whiplash to reckon with. It was strange how soon even the civilized dog began to like this work in the harness.
It was not so much work as it was a great play. A strange game in which each sought
