Now the hundreds of water-fowl wheeling over it, and enlivening the crags with their cries, softened its grimness.

Farther along the shore-ledges Kit presently espied a black animal of some kind, and called our attention to it.
"He seems to be eating something there," said he.
We looked at it.
"It's not an Esquimau dog, is it ?" Wade asked.
"Oh, no! head don't look like a dog's," observed Kit.

"Besides, their dogs are not so dark-colored as that." "This seems from here to be almost or quite black," Raed remarked; "as black as Guard.

Not quite so large, though." Wade thought it was fully as large.
"If we were in Maine, I should say it was a small black bear," said Kit; "but I have never heard of a black bear being seen north of Hudson Straits." The head seemed to me to be too small for a bear.
"Captain, what do you think of that animal ?" Kit asked, handing him his glass.
Capt.

Mazard looked.
"If it hadn't such short legs, I should pronounce it a black wolf," he replied.