There were other things on the sled--blankets, an axe, and a coffee-pot and frying-pan; but prominent, occupying most of the space, was the long and narrow oblong box.
In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man.

At the rear of the sled toiled a second man.

On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over,--a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.

It is not the way of the Wild to like movement.

Life is an offence to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement.