The great dog King, stood on the shore of Kershel Island, not far from the North West Mounted Post. His nose was thrust into the biting north wind. Above him the sky was blue, but the gale driven snow made a solid wall around him - a wall thirty feet high! 

It was impossible to see anything, but King knew there was someone out there on the ice that covered the ocean, a man. He leaped forward into the teeth of the gale, and it took him fifteen minutes to reach the man, dropping to the snow when it was impossible to fight the store, and then driving on when it let up for a moment. The man was lying face down in the snow...