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 he was lucky, he had been able to cut, but if not, he lay in the snow, for he was as hardy as the dog team. In less than a minute he would be sleeping more soundly than any of the luxury-cradled men of the States upon their beds of ease. Both team and man had earned their sleep, and nature, which often makes up in one way what she takes away in another, gave them sweet sleep and pleasant dreams, even in the frozen arctic under the blinking stars and the gorgeous aurora which painted the sky and the snow a dozen times a minute with a new hue. So they would sleep while the arctic hours slipped noiselessly by and the God of nature would watch over them.