At the end of the first hour, Daylight lightened up.

Dog-food, extra gear, and the spare ax were thrown away.
Under the extraordinary exertion the dog snapped a tendon the following day, and was hopelessly disabled.

Daylight shot it, and abandoned the sled.

On his back he took one hundred and sixty pounds of mail and grub, and on the Indian's put one hundred and twenty-five pounds.

The stripping of gear was remorseless.