swerved to the right, pulling the other dogs after her. Although I yelled at her to “Cha” (go to the left) she kept on over what I knew to be exceptionally thin ice and, when she was only a few feet from shore, in we went, skiff, dogs, myself and all. “Mervin” got on shore and had good footing but could not pull everything by herself. Still she held on bravely and I managed to work myself, hand over hand, along the dogs traces, until I got a footing , when I was able to give enough assistance to get the skiff in to shore. Once the dogs had good footing, they pulled it up to a camping place.
Fire was made as soon as possible and although we all had a cup of hot tea, nobody wasted
