His legs seemed out of proportion to his body.
Two musk-oxen were loaded on a sled and hauled to camp in one trip.
Skinning them was but short work for such expert hands.

All the choice cuts of meat were saved.

No time was lost in broiling a steak, which they found sweet and juicy, with a flavor of musk that was disagreeable.
"Now, Rea, for the calves," exclaimed Jones, "And then we're homeward bound." "I hate to tell this redskin," replied Rea.

"He'll be like the others.
But it ain't likely he'd desert us here.

He's far from his base, with nothin' but thet old musket." Rea then commanded the attention of the brave, and began to mangle the Great Slave and Yellow Knife languages.
Of this mixture Jones knew but few words.